So that now both journals are amalgamated under one head, and
work for the same cause--our cause, and the King's."
Lotys looked up with a slight smile.
"It is the same old system then?" she said. "For whereas before there
was one newspaper subsidised by a fraudulent Ministry, there are now
two, subsidised by the Royal Government;--with which the Socialist
party is united!"
He frowned.
"You mistake! We shall subsidise no newspaper whatever. We shall not
pursue any such mistaken policy."
"Believe me, you will be compelled to do so, Sergius!" she declared,
still smiling; "Or some other force will step in! Do you not see that
politics always revolve in the same monotonous round? You have called
me the Soul of an Ideal,--but even when I worked my hardest with you, I
knew it was an Ideal that could never be realised! But the practice of
your theories led me among the poor, where I felt I could be useful,--
and for this reason I conjoined what brains I had, what strength I had,
with yours. Yet, no matter how men talk of 'Revolution,' any and every
form of government is bound to run on the old eternal lines, whether it
be Imperial, Socialistic or Republican. Men are always the same
children--never satisfied,--ever clamouring for change,--tired of one
toy and crying for another,--so on and on,--till the end! I would
rather save a life"--and she glanced pityingly down upon the sleeping
infant she held-"than upset a throne!"
"I quite believe that;" said Sergius slowly; "You are a woman, most
womanly! If you could only learn to love----"
He paused, startled at the sudden rush of colour that spread over her
cheeks and brow; but it was a wave of crimson that soon died away,
leaving her very pale.
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