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You should have blended your life with that of some such creature as this, and you would have developed a new faculty. Now I close my eyes. Ask me anything about her I don't mean about her dress, but about her head or hands, all you can see of the real woman." I accepted the challenge, and there was great sport, and a little-great result. I made the inquest a most searching and minute affair.
She knew that Lesbia had loved her fortuneless suitor; and she did not know that the wound was cured, even by a season in the little-great world of Cannes. Now that she, the ruler of that household, was a helpless captive in her own apartments, she felt that Lesbia at Fellside would be her own mistress, and hemmed round with the dangers that beset richly-dowered beauty and inexperienced youth.
They stand each a few minutes with his little Speck or Dot of the People in his hands, and they say, "This is the People." He listens. It is very hard to be always President of the People when one is listening and the little-great go by. One has to go back a little, in the night perhaps, or when one is quite alone.
The bald head, the broad-rimmed spectacles, the squat, thick figure he stood but five feet four in his stockings, and adds yet another to the list of little-great men should have ensured detection, but the quick change and the persuasive gesture were omnipotent, and until the autumn of 1878 Peace was comfortably at large. And then an encounter at Blackheath put him within the clutch of justice.
They have a material, evanescent, intelligible future, not an immaterial, incomprehensible eternity; the ghost endures only for awhile and perishes like the memory of the little-great name. Hence the ignoble dread in East and West Africa of a death which leads to a shadowy world, and eventually to utter annihilation.
At every effort of his memory he recognized some trait of the dreamy messenger of destiny in this pompous, bustling, self-important, little-great man of the village. Amid such musings Ralph Cranfield sat all day in the cottage, scarcely hearing and vaguely answering his mother's thousand questions about his travels and adventures.
President, in God's name, who are we?" This is always the gist of what it says, "Who are we?" It is the people's main point, after all, asking a President who they are, wondering if he can interpret them. Then he shuts his door and thinks, or he calls his Cabinet and thinks. Rows of little-great men file by all day.
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