" "Consider
that chair," he said. But Benham had little feeling for the
craftsmanship of chairs.
Under cross-examination Mr. Rathbone-Sanders became entangled and
prophetic. It was evident he had never thought out his
"democratic," he had rested in some vague tangle of idealism from
which Benham now set himself with the zeal of a specialist to rout
him. Such an argument sprang up as one meets with rarely beyond the
happy undergraduate's range. Everybody lived in the discussion,
even Amanda's mother listened visibly. Betty said she herself was
certainly democratic and Mrs. Wilder had always thought herself to
be so, and outside the circle round the fire Amanda hovered
impatiently, not quite sure of her side as yet, but eager to come
down with emphasis at the first flash of intimation.
She came down vehemently on Benham's.
And being a very clear-cutting personality with an instinct for the
material rendering of things, she also came and sat beside him on
the little square-cornered sofa.
"Of course, Mr. Rathbone-Sanders," she said, "of course the world
must belong to the people who dare.
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