and amused her.

"Have you dreamed all your life of being the Awakener of England?"

"I have dreamed of being so many things," he said, anxious not to
commit himself. For, truth to say, this new ambition was but a
couple of minutes old.

It had sprung into life, however, like Pallas Athene, all armed and
equipped.

"And they have all come true?"

His great eyes laughed and his curly head bent ever so slightly.
"Those worth calling dreams," said he.

A little later in the evening, when on retiring to an early bed he
was wishing Miss Winwood good night, she said, "You're a lucky young
man."

"I know--but--" He looked smiling inquiry.

"Lady Chudley's the most valuable woman in England for a young man
to get on the right side of."

Paul went to bed dazed. The great lady who had recognized the divine
fire in the factory boy had again recognized it in the grown man.
She had all but said that, if he chose, he could be the Awakener of
England. The Awakener of England! The watchword of his new-born
ambition rang in his brain until he fell asleep.