Here and there, an honest journal advocated a reform,
pleaded for the sweeping away of an injustice. The public shrugged its
shoulders. Another newspaper stunt! A bid for popularity, for
notoriety: with its consequent financial kudos.
She still continued to write for Greyson, but felt she was labouring for
the doomed. Lord Sutcliffe had died suddenly and his holding in the
_Evening Gazette_ had passed to his nephew, a gentleman more interested
in big game shooting than in politics. Greyson's support of Phillips had
brought him within the net of Carleton's operations, and negotiations for
purchase had already been commenced. She knew that, sooner or later,
Greyson would be offered the alternative of either changing his opinions
or of going. And she knew that he would go. Her work for Mrs. Denton
was less likely to be interfered with. It appealed only to the few, and
aimed at informing and explaining rather than directly converting. Useful
enough work in its way, no doubt; but to put heart into it seemed to
require longer views than is given to the eyes of youth.
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