"He came here to attack landlords--to attack ME. ME! And YOU bring
him to MY house and with that RABBLE. It's outrageous! Monstrous!"

"I couldn't leave him with those heartless wretches to die in their
hands."

"He leaves here the moment a doctor has attended him."

"Very well. Is that all?"

"No, it isn't!" Kingsnorth tried to control his anger. After a pause
he continued:

"I want no more of these foolhardy, quixotic actions of yours. I've
heard of your visiting these wretched people--going into fever dens.
Is that conduct becoming your name? Think a little of your station
in life and what it demands."

"I wish YOU did a little more."

"What?" he shouted, all his anger returned.

"There's no need to raise your voice," Angela answered quietly. "I
am only a few feet away. I repeat that I wish you thought a little
more of your obligations. If you did and others like you in the same
position you are in, there would be no such horrible scenes as I saw
to-day; a man shot down amongst his own people for speaking the
truth."