“The people are stirring. All over the world the people are stirring. It wants but a word—but a word from you—to bring them all together. Even the middle
sort of people are restless—unhappy.
“They are not telling you the things that are happening. The people will not go
back to their drudgery—they refuse to be disarmed. Ostrog has awakened
something greater than he dreamt of—he has awakened hopes.”
His heart was beating fast. He tried to seem judicial, to weigh considerations.
“They only want their leader,” she said.
“And then?”
“You could do what you would;—the world is yours.”
He sat, no longer regarding her. Presently he spoke. “The old dreams, and the
thing I have dreamt, liberty, happiness. Are they dreams? Could one man— one
man—?” His voice sank and ceased.
“Not one man,
