_J. F_. Yes, my lord, so it is. Now let me ask you, if that matters, is
Beadon Road a thronged thoroughfare?

_Arch_. On the contrary; at least on the morning on which I was there,
there was a kind of Sabbath rest about it, scarcely broken by the
harangue of yourself, sir.

_J. F_. You heard what I said, my lord?

_Arch_. I did, and was much shocked at it.

_J. F_. Well, did I say anything about bowels?

_Arch_. I regret to say that you did.

_J. F_. Do you remember the words I used?

_Arch_. Only too well. You said, but at great length, and with much
embroidery of language more than questionable, that capital had no bowels
for the worker, nor owners of capital either; and that since no one else
would be kind to them, the workers must be kind to themselves and take
the matter into their own hands.

_J. N_. (_making notes_). Owners of _the capital_; workman must take the
matter--take the matter--into their own hands.

_J. F_. Well, I have no more questions to ask your Grace.

_Mr. H_. With many excuses, your Grace, _I_ will ask you a question.