"
"I know Mr. Stenson well," the Bishop declared, "and I am
perfectly convinced that he is too sane-minded a man to dream of
taking such a step as you suggest. He, at any rate, if others in
his Cabinet are not so prescient, knows what Labour means."
"I agree with the Bishop, for many reasons," Furley pronounced.
"And I," Cross echoed.
The sense of the meeting was obvious. Fenn's unpleasant looking
teeth flashed for a moment, and his mouth came together with a
little snap.
"This is entirely an informal gathering," he said. "I shall
summon the Council to come together tomorrow at midday."
"I think that we may sleep in our beds to-night without fear of
molestation," the Bishop remarked, "although if it had been the
wish of the meeting, I would have broached the matter to Mr.
Stenson."
"You are an honorary member of the Council," Fenn declared rudely.
"We don't wish interference. This is a national and international
Labour movement."
"I am a member of the Labour Party of Christ," the Bishop said
quietly.
"And an honoured member of this Executive Council," Cross
intervened. "You're a bit too glib with your tongue to-night,
Fenn."
"I think of those whom I represent," was the curt reply. "They
are toilers, and they want the toilers to show their power. They
don't want help from the Church. I'll go even so far," he added,
"as to say that they don't want help from literature. It's their
own job. They've begun it, and they want to finish it.
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