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The brothers, more ambitious, attacked her through the reason, brought her popular translations and selections from Marx and Lassalle, together with each Venturist pamphlet and essay as it appeared; they flattered her with technical talk; they were full of the importance of women to the new doctrine and the new era. The handsome brother was certainly in love with her; the other, probably.
Otherwise it would only prove a more powerful engine of oppression. Wharton's arguments may perhaps be left to the imagination. He would have liked simply to play the proprietor and the master to say, "This is my decision, those are my terms take my work or leave it." But Craven was Miss Boyce's friend; he was also a Venturist. Chafing under both facts, Wharton found that he must state his case.
And the consequence is that with my own class I am an outcast they all hate me. But you will have power as Lady Maxwell and power as a Socialist because you will give and take. Half your time you will act as Lady Maxwell should, the other half like a Venturist. And, as I said, it will give you power a modified power. But men are less clever at that kind of thing."
The people who are for reform shouldn't waste money and time on fads." "I understand all that," she said scornfully, her quick breath rising and falling. "Perhaps you don't know that I was a member of the Venturist Society in London? What you say doesn't sound very new to me!" His seriousness disappeared in laughter. He hastily put down his cup and, stepping over to her, held out his hand.
Louis Craven was now a tall man with narrow shoulders, a fine oval head and face, delicate features, and a nervous look of short sight, producing in appearance and manner a general impression of thin grace and of a courtesy which was apt to pass unaccountably into sarcasm. Wharton had never felt himself personally at ease with him, either now, or in the old days of Venturist debates.
She stood resting both hands on a little table behind her, in an attitude touched with the wild freedom which best became her, a gleam of storm in her great eyes. "Why are you still a Venturist?" he asked her abruptly. "Because I have every right to be! I joined a society, pledged to work 'for a better future. According to my lights, I do what poor work I can in that spirit."
She and her brothers were typical Venturists a little cynical, therefore, towards all the world, friend or foe. A Venturist is a Socialist minus cant, and a cause which cannot exist at all without a passion of sentiment lays it down through him as a first law, that sentiment in public is the abominable thing.
His influence made Marcella a rent-collector under a lady friend of his in the East End; because of it, she worked herself beyond her strength in a joint attempt made by some members of the Venturist Society to organise a Tailoresses' Union; and, to please him, she read articles and blue-books on Sweating and Overcrowding.
"Confound these Venturist prigs!" was Wharton's inward remark as he led the way. "How enchanting!" cried Marcella, as they emerged on the terrace, and river, shore, and sky opened upon them in all the thousand-tinted light and shade of a still and perfect evening. "Oh, how hot we were and how badly you treat us in those dens!" Those confident eyes of Wharton's shone as they glanced at her.
The "stalwarts" of her sect would have none of him as a leader, while admitting his charm as a human being a charm she remembered to have heard discussed with some anxiety among her Venturist friends. But for ordinary people he went far enough.
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