’I have been unsuccessful in business, and have had to give up my position as a master.  I am on the look out for a situation in Milton, where I may meet with employment under some one who will be willing to let me go along my own way in such matters as these.  I can depend upon myself for having no go-ahead theories that I would rashly bring into practice.  My only wish is to have the opportunity of cultivating some intercourse with the hands beyond the mere “cash nexus.”  But it might be the point Archimedes sought from which to move the earth, to judge from the importance attached to it by some of our manufacturers, who shake their heads and look grave as soon as I name the one or two experiments that I should like to try.’

‘You call them “experiments” I notice,’ said Mr. Colthurst, with a delicate increase of respect in his manner.

’Because I believe them to be such.  I am not sure of the consequences that may result from them.  But I am sure they ought to be tried.  I have arrived at the conviction that no mere institutions, however wise, and however much thought may have been required to organise and arrange them, can attach class to class as they should be attached, unless the working out of such institutions bring the individuals of the different classes into actual personal contact.  Such intercourse is the very breath of life.  A working man can hardly be made to feel and know how much his employer may have laboured in his study at plans for the benefit of his workpeople.  A complete plan emerges like a piece of machinery, apparently fitted for every emergency.  But the hands accept it as they do machinery, without understanding the intense mental labour and forethought required to bring it to such perfection.  But I would take an idea, the working out of which would necessitate personal intercourse; it might not go well at first, but at every hitch interest would be felt by an increasing number of men, and at last its success in working come to be desired by all, as all had borne a part in the formation of the plan; and even then I am sure that it would lose its vitality, cease to be living, as soon as it was no longer carried on by that sort of common interest which invariably makes people find means and ways of seeing each other, and becoming acquainted with each others’ characters and persons, and even tricks of temper and modes of speech.  We should understand each other better, and I’ll venture to say we should like each other more.’

‘And you think they may prevent the recurrence of strikes?’

’Not at all.  My utmost expectation only goes so far as this—­that they may render strikes not the bitter, venomous sources of hatred they have hitherto been.  A more hopeful man might imagine that a closer and more genial intercourse between classes might do away with strikes.  But I am not a hopeful man.’

Suddenly, as if a new idea had struck him, he crossed over to where Margaret was sitting, and began, without preface, as if he knew she had been listening to all that had passed: