"You are all
wisdom!"
But he went on, speaking as if to himself, pondering his problem:
"To serve others, yet not to indulge them; for the cause of their
enslavment is that they have accepted service without return. And
how shall one preach patience to the poor, when the masters make
such preaching a new means of enslavement?" He looked at me, as if
he thought that I could answer his question. Then with sudden energy
he exclaimed: "I must meet those who are in rebellion against
enslavement! Tomorrow I want to meet the strikers--all the strikers
in your city."
"You'll have your hands full," I said--for I was a coward, and
wanted to keep him out of it.
"How shall I find them?" he persisted.
"I don't know; I suppose their headquarters are at the Labor
Temple."
"I will go there. Meantime, I fear I shall have to be alone. I need
to think about the things I have learned."
"Where are you going to stay?"
"I don't know."
Said Mary, hesitatingly: "My car is outside--"
He answered: "In ancient days I saw the young patricians drive
through the streets in their chariots; no, I shall not ride with
them again.
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