—undisguisedly
themselves
.
And
our
two
were
married
;
they
had
bound
themselves
together
under
a
penalty
of
scandalous
disgrace
,
to
take
the
life-long
consequences
of
their
passionate
association
.
It
was
upon
Trafford
that
this
exhaustion
of
the
sustaining
magic
of
love
pressed
most
severely
,
because
it
was
he
who
had
made
the
greatest
adaptations
to
the
exigencies
of
their
union
.
He
had
crippled
,
he
perceived
more
and
more
clearly
,
the
research
work
upon
which
his
whole
being
had
once
been
set
,
and
his
hours
were
full
of
tiresome
and
trivial
duties
and
his
mind
engaged
and
worried
by
growing
financial
anxieties
.
He
had
made
these
abandonments
in
a
phase
of
exalted
passion
for
the
one
woman
in
the
world
and
her
unprecedented
child
,
and
now
he
saw
,
in
spite
of
all
his
desire
not
to
see
,
that
she
was
just
a
weak
human
being
among
human
beings
,
and
neither
she
nor
little
Margharita
so
very
marvellous
.
But
while
Marjorie
shrank
to
the
dimensions
of
reality
,
research
remained
still
a
luminous
and
commanding
dream
.
In
love
one
fails
or
one
wins
home
,
but
the
lure
of
research
is
for
ever
beyond
the
hills
,
every
victory
is
a
new
desire
.
Science
has
inexhaustibly
fresh
worlds
to
conquer
...
.
He
was
beginning
now
to
realize
the
dilemma
of
his
life
,
the
reality
of
the
opposition
between
Marjorie
and
child
and
home
on
the
one
hand
and
on
the
other
this
big
wider
thing
,
this
remoter
,
severer
demand
upon
his
being
.
He
had
long
perceived
these
were
distinct
and
different
things
,
but
now
it
appeared
more
and
more
inevitable
that
they
should
be
antagonistic
and
mutually
disregardful
things
.
Each
claimed
him
altogether
,
it
seemed
,
and
suffered
compromise
impatiently
.
And
this
is
where
the
particular
stress
of
his
situation
came
in
.
Hitherto
he
had
believed
that
nothing
of
any
importance
was
secret
or
inexplicable
between
himself
and
Marjorie
.
His
ideal
of
his
relationship
had
assumed
a
complete
sympathy
of
feeling
,
an
almost
instinctive
identity
of
outlook
.
And
now
it
was
manifest
they
were
living
in
a
state
of
inadequate
understanding
,
that
she
knew
only
in
the
most
general
and
opaque
forms
,
the
things
that
interested
him
so
profoundly
,
and
had
but
the
most
superficial
interest
in
his
impassioned
curiosities
.
And
missing
as
she
did
the
strength
of
his
intellectual
purpose
she
missed
too
,
she
had
no
inkling
of
,
the
way
in
which
her
careless
expansiveness
pressed
upon
him
.
She
was
unaware
that
she
was
destroying
an
essential
thing
in
his
life
.
He
could
not
tell
how
far
this
antagonism
was
due
to
inalterable
discords
of
character
,
how
far
it
might
not
be
an
ineradicable
sex
difference
,
a
necessary
aspect
of
marriage
.
The
talk
of
old
Sir
Roderick
Dover
at
the
Winton
Club
germinated
in
his
mind
,
a
branching
and
permeating
suggestion
.
And
then
would
come
a
phase
of
keen
sympathy
with
Marjorie
;
she
would
say
brilliant
and
penetrating
things
,
display
a
swift
cleverness
that
drove
all
these
intimations
of
incurable
divergence
clean
out
of
his
head
again
.
Then
he
would
find
explanations
in
the
differences
between
his
and
Marjorie
's
training
and
early
associations
.
He
perceived
his
own
upbringing
had
had
a
steadfastness
and
consistency
that
had
been
altogether
lacking
in
hers
.
He
had
had
the
rare
advantage
of
perfect
honesty
in
the
teaching
and
tradition
of
his
home
.
There
had
never
been
any
shams
or
sentimentalities
for
him
to
find
out
and
abandon
.
From
boyhood
his
mother
's
hand
had
pointed
steadily
to
the
search
for
truth
as
the
supreme
ennobling
fact
in
life
.
She
had
never
preached
this
to
him
,
never
delivered
discourses
upon
his
father
's
virtues
,
but
all
her
conversation
and
life
was
saturated
with
this
idea
.
Compared
with
this
atmosphere
of
high
and
sustained
direction
,
the
intellectual
and
moral
quality
of
the
Popes
,
he
saw
,
was
the
quality
of
an
agitated
rag
bag
.
They
had
thought
nothing
out
,
joined
nothing
together
,
they
seemed
to
believe
everything
and
nothing
,
they
were
neither
religious
nor
irreligious
,
neither
moral
nor
adventurous
.
In
the
place
of
a
religion
,
and
tainting
their
entire
atmosphere
,
they
had
the
decaying
remains
of
a
dead
Anglicanism
;
it
was
clear
they
did
not
believe
in
its
creed
,
and
as
clear
that
they
did
not
want
to
get
rid
of
it
;
it
afforded
them
no
guidance
,
but
only
vague
pretensions
,
and
the
dismal
exercises
of
Silas
Root
flourished
in
its
shadows
,
a
fungus
,
a
post-mortem
activity
of
the
soul
.
None
of
them
had
any
idea
of
what
they
were
for
or
what
their
lives
as
a
whole
might
mean
;
they
had
no
standards
,
but
only
instincts
and
an
instinctive
fear
of
instincts
;
Pope
wanted
to
be
tremendously
respected
and
complimented
by
everybody
and
get
six
per
cent
.
for
his
money
;
Mrs.
Pope
wanted
things
to
go
smoothly
;
the
young
people
had
a
general
indisposition
to
do
anything
that
might
"
look
bad
,
"
and
otherwise
"
have
a
good
time
.
"
But
neither
Marjorie
nor
any
of
them
had
any
test
for
a
good
time
,
and
so
they
fluctuated
in
their
conceptions
of
what
they
wanted
from
day
to
day
.
Now
it
was
Plessingtonian
standards
,
now
Carmel
standards
,
now
the
standards
of
Agatha
Alimony
;
now
it
was
a
stimulating
novel
,
now
a
gleam
of
æsthetic
imaginativeness
come
,
Heaven
knows
whence
,
that
dominated
her
mood
.
He
was
beginning
to
understand
all
this
at
last
,
and
to
see
the
need
of
coherence
in
Marjorie
's
mood
.
He
realized
the
unfairness
of
keeping
his
thoughts
to
himself
,
the
need
of
putting
his
case
before
her
,
and
making
her
realize
their
fatal
and
widening
divergence
.
He
wanted
to
infect
her
with
his
scientific
passion
,
to
give
her
his
sense
of
the
gravity
of
their
practical
difficulties
.
He
would
sit
amidst
his
neglected
work
in
his
laboratory
framing
explanatory
phrases
.
He
would
prepare
the
most
lucid
and
complete
statements
,
and
go
about
with
these
in
his
mind
for
days
waiting
for
an
opportunity
of
saying
what
he
felt
so
urgently
had
to
be
said
.
But
the
things
that
seemed
so
luminous
and
effective
in
the
laboratory
had
a
curious
way
of
fading
and
shrinking
beside
the
bright
colours
of
Marjorie
's
Bokhara
hangings
,
in
the
presence
of
little
Margharita
pink
and
warm
and
entertaining
in
her
bath
,
or
amidst
the
fluttering
rustle
of
the
afternoon
tea-parties
that
were
now
becoming
frequent
in
his
house
.
And
when
he
was
alone
with
her
he
discovered
they
did
n't
talk
now
any
more
—
except
in
terms
of
a
constrained
and
formal
affection
.
What
had
happened
to
them
?
What
was
the
matter
between
himself
and
Marjorie
that
he
could
n't
even
intimate
his
sense
of
their
divergence
?
He
would
have
liked
to
discuss
the
whole
thing
with
his
mother
,
but
somehow
that
seemed
disloyal
to
Marjorie
...
.
One
day
they
quarrelled
.
He
came
in
about
six
in
the
afternoon
,
jaded
from
the
delivery
of
a
suburban
lecture
,
and
the
consequent
tedium
of
suburban
travel
,
and
discovered
Marjorie
examining
the
effect
of
a
new
picture
which
had
replaced
the
German
print
of
sunlit
waves
over
the
dining-room
mantelpiece
.
It
was
a
painting
in
the
post-impressionist
manner
,
and
it
had
arrived
after
the
close
of
the
exhibition
in
Weldon
Street
,
at
which
Marjorie
had
bought
it
.
She
had
bought
it
in
obedience
to
a
sudden
impulse
,
and
its
imminence
had
long
weighed
upon
her
conscience
.
She
had
gone
to
the
show
with
Sydney
Flor
and
old
Mrs.
Flor
,
Sydney
's
mother
,
and
a
kind
of
excitement
had
come
upon
them
at
the
idea
of
possessing
this
particular
picture
.
Mrs.
Flor
had
already
bought
three
Herbins
,
and
her
daughter
wanted
to
dissuade
her
from
more
.
"
But
they
're
so
delightful
,
"
said
Mrs.
Flor
.
"
You
're
overrunning
your
allowance
,
"
said
Sydney
.
Disputing
the
point
,
they
made
inquiries
for
the
price
,
and
learnt
that
this
bright
epigram
in
colour
was
going
begging
—
was
even
offered
at
a
reduction
from
the
catalogue
price
.
A
reduced
price
always
had
a
strong
appeal
nowadays
to
Marjorie
's
mind
.
"
If
you
do
n't
get
it
,
"
she
said
abruptly
,
"
I
shall
.
"
The
transition
from
that
attitude
to
ownership
was
amazingly
rapid
.
Then
nothing
remained
but
to
wait
for
the
picture
.
She
had
dreaded
a
mistake
,
a
blundering
discord
,
but
now
with
the
thing
hung
she
could
see
her
quick
eye
had
not
betrayed
her
.
It
was
a
mass
of
reds
,
browns
,
purples
,
and
vivid
greens
and
greys
;
an
effect
of
roof
and
brick
house
facing
upon
a
Dutch
canal
,
and
it
lit
up
the
room
and
was
echoed
and
reflected
by
all
the
rest
of
her
courageous
colour
scheme
,
like
a
coal-fire
amidst
mahogany
and
metal
.
It
justified
itself
to
her
completely
,
and
she
faced
her
husband
with
a
certain
confidence
.
"
Hullo
!
"
he
cried
.
"
A
new
picture
,
"
she
said
.
"
What
do
you
think
of
it
?
"
"
What
is
it
?
"
"
A
town
or
something
—
never
mind
.
Look
at
the
colour
.
It
heartens
everything
.
"
Trafford
looked
at
the
painting
with
a
reluctant
admiration
.
"
It
's
brilliant
—
and
impudent
.
He
's
an
artist
—
whoever
he
is
.
He
hits
the
thing
.
But
—
I
say
—
how
did
you
get
it
?
"
"
I
bought
it
.
"
"
Bought
it
!
Good
Lord
!
How
much
?
"
"
Oh
!
ten
guineas
,
"
said
Marjorie
,
with
an
affectation
of
ease
;
"
it
will
be
worth
thirty
in
ten
years
'
time
.
"
Trafford
's
reply
was
to
repeat
:
"
Ten
guineas
!
"
Their
eyes
met
,
and
there
was
singularly
little
tenderness
in
their
eyes
.
"
It
was
priced
at
thirteen
,
"
said
Marjorie
,
ending
a
pause
,
and
with
a
sinking
heart
.
Trafford
had
left
her
side
.
He
walked
to
the
window
and
sat
down
in
a
chair
.
"
I
think
this
is
too
much
,
"
he
said
,
and
his
voice
had
disagreeable
notes
in
it
she
had
never
heard
before
.
"
I
have
just
been
earning
two
guineas
at
Croydon
,
of
all
places
,
administering
comminuted
science
to
fools
—
and
here
I
find
—
this
exploit
!
Ten
guineas
'
worth
of
picture
.
To
say
we
ca
n't
afford
it
is
just
to
waste
a
mild
expression
.
It
's
—
mad
extravagance
.
It
's
waste
of
money
—
it
's
—
oh
!
—
monstrous
disloyalty
.
Disloyalty
!
"
He
stared
resentful
at
the
cheerful
,
unhesitating
daubs
of
the
picture
for
a
moment
.
Its
affected
carelessness
goaded
him
to
fresh
words
.
He
spoke
in
a
tone
of
absolute
hostility
.
"
I
think
this
winds
me
up
to
something
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
'll
have
to
give
up
your
cheque-book
,
Marjorie
.
"
"
Give
up
my
cheque-book
!
"
He
looked
up
at
her
and
nodded
.
There
was
a
warm
flush
in
her
cheeks
,
her
lips
panted
apart
,
and
tears
of
disappointment
and
vexation
were
shining
beautifully
in
her
eyes
.
She
mingled
the
quality
of
an
indignant
woman
with
the
distress
and
unreasonable
resentment
of
a
child
.
"
Because
I
've
bought
this
picture
?
"
"
Can
we
go
on
like
this
?
"
he
asked
,
and
felt
how
miserably
he
had
bungled
in
opening
this
question
that
had
been
in
his
mind
so
long
.
"
But
it
's
beautiful
!
"
she
said
.
He
disregarded
that
.
He
felt
now
that
he
had
to
go
on
with
these
long-premeditated
expostulations
.
He
was
tired
and
dusty
from
his
third-class
carriage
,
his
spirit
was
tired
and
dusty
,
and
he
said
what
he
had
to
say
without
either
breadth
or
power
,
an
undignified
statement
of
personal
grievances
,
a
mere
complaint
of
the
burthen
of
work
that
falls
upon
a
man
.
That
she
missed
the
high
aim
in
him
,
and
all
sense
of
the
greatness
they
were
losing
had
vanished
from
his
thoughts
.
He
had
too
heavy
a
share
of
the
common
burthen
,
and
she
pressed
upon
him
unthinkingly
;
that
was
all
he
could
say
.
He
girded
at
her
with
a
bitter
and
loveless
truth
;
it
was
none
the
less
cruel
that
in
her
heart
she
knew
these
things
he
said
were
true
.
But
he
went
beyond
justice
—
as
every
quarrelling
human
being
does
;
he
called
the
things
she
had
bought
and
the
harmonies
she
had
created
,
"
this
litter
and
rubbish
for
which
I
am
wasting
my
life
.
"
That
stabbed
into
her
pride
acutely
and
deeply
.
She
knew
anyhow
that
it
was
n't
so
simple
and
crude
as
that
.
It
was
not
mere
witlessness
she
contributed
to
their
trouble
.
She
tried
to
indicate
her
sense
of
that
.
But
she
had
no
power
of
ordered
reasoning
,
she
made
futile
interruptions
,
she
was
inexpressive
of
anything
but
emotion
,
she
felt
gagged
against
his
flow
of
indignant
,
hostile
words
.
They
blistered
her
.
Suddenly
she
went
to
her
little
desk
in
the
corner
,
unlocked
it
with
trembling
hands
,
snatched
her
cheque-book
out
of
a
heap
of
still
unsettled
bills
,
and
having
locked
that
anti-climax
safe
away
again
,
turned
upon
him
.
"
Here
it
is
,
"
she
said
,
and
stood
poised
for
a
moment
.
Then
she
flung
down
the
little
narrow
grey
cover
—
nearly
empty
,
it
was
,
of
cheques
,
on
the
floor
before
him
.
"
Take
it
,
"
she
cried
,
"
take
it
.
I
never
asked
you
to
give
it
me
.
"
A
memory
of
Orta
and
its
reeds
and
sunshine
and
love
rose
like
a
luminous
mist
between
them
...
.
She
ran
weeping
from
the
room
.
He
leapt
to
his
feet
as
the
door
closed
.
"
Marjorie
!
"
he
cried
.
But
she
did
not
hear
him
...
.
The
disillusionment
about
marriage
which
had
discovered
Trafford
a
thwarted
,
overworked
,
and
worried
man
,
had
revealed
Marjorie
with
time
on
her
hands
,
superabundant
imaginative
energy
,
and
no
clear
intimation
of
any
occupation
.
With
them
,
as
with
thousands
of
young
couples
in
London
to-day
,
the
breadwinner
was
overworked
,
and
the
spending
partner
's
duty
was
chiefly
the
negative
one
of
not
spending
.
You
cannot
consume
your
energies
merely
in
not
spending
money
.
Do
what
she
could
,
Marjorie
could
not
contrive
to
make
house
and
child
fill
the
waking
hours
.
She
was
far
too
active
and
irritable
a
being
to
be
beneficial
company
all
day
for
genial
,
bubble-blowing
little
Margharita
;
she
could
play
with
that
young
lady
and
lead
her
into
ecstasies
of
excitement
and
delight
,
and
she
could
see
with
an
almost
instinctive
certainty
when
anything
was
going
wrong
;
but
for
the
rest
that
little
life
reposed
far
more
beneficially
upon
the
passive
acquiescence
of
May
,
her
pink
and
wholesome
nurse
.
And
the
household
generally
was
in
the
hands
of
a
trustworthy
cook-general
,
who
maintained
a
tolerable
routine
.
Marjorie
did
not
dare
to
have
an
idea
about
food
or
domestic
arrangements
;
if
she
touched
that
routine
so
much
as
with
her
little
finger
it
sent
up
the
bills
.
She
could
knock
off
butcher
and
greengrocer
and
do
every
scrap
of
household
work
that
she
could
touch
,
in
a
couple
of
hours
a
day
.
She
tried
to
find
some
work
to
fill
her
leisure
;
she
suggested
to
Trafford
that
she
might
help
him
by
writing
up
his
Science
Notes
from
rough
pencil
memoranda
,
but
when
it
became
clear
that
the
first
step
to
her
doing
this
would
be
the
purchase
of
a
Remington
typewriter
and
a
special
low
table
to
carry
it
,
he
became
bluntly
discouraging
.
She
thought
of
literary
work
,
and
sat
down
one
day
to
write
a
short
story
and
earn
guineas
,
and
was
surprised
to
find
that
she
knew
nothing
of
any
sort
of
human
being
about
whom
she
could
invent
a
story
.
She
tried
a
cheap
subscription
at
Mudie
's
and
novels
,
and
they
filled
her
with
a
thirst
for
events
;
she
tried
needlework
,
and
found
her
best
efforts
aesthetically
feeble
and
despicable
,
and
that
her
mind
prowled
above
the
silks
and
colours
like
a
hungry
wolf
.
The
early
afternoons
were
the
worst
time
,
from
two
to
four
,
before
calling
began
.
The
devil
was
given
great
power
over
Marjorie
's
early
afternoon
.
She
could
even
envy
her
former
home
life
then
,
and
reflect
that
there
,
at
any
rate
,
one
had
a
chance
of
a
game
or
a
quarrel
with
Daffy
or
Syd
or
Rom
or
Theodore
.
She
would
pull
herself
together
and
go
out
for
a
walk
,
and
whichever
way
she
went
there
were
shops
and
shops
and
shops
,
a
glittering
array
of
tempting
opportunities
for
spending
money
.
Sometimes
she
would
give
way
to
spending
exactly
as
a
struggling
drunkard
decides
to
tipple
.
She
would
fix
on
some
object
,
some
object
trivial
and
a
little
rare
and
not
too
costly
,
as
being
needed
—
when
she
knew
perfectly
well
it
was
n't
needed
—
and
choose
the
most
remotest
shops
and
display
the
exactest
insistence
upon
her
requirements
.
Sometimes
she
would
get
home
from
these
raids
without
buying
at
all
.
After
four
the
worst
of
the
day
was
over
;
one
could
call
on
people
or
people
might
telephone
and
follow
up
with
a
call
;
and
there
was
a
chance
of
Trafford
coming
home
...
.
One
day
at
the
Carmels
'
she
found
herself
engaged
in
a
vigorous
flirtation
with
young
Carmel
.
She
had
n't
noticed
it
coming
on
,
but
there
she
was
in
a
windowseat
talking
quite
closely
to
him
.
He
said
he
was
writing
a
play
,
a
wonderful
passionate
play
about
St.
Francis
,
and
only
she
could
inspire
and
advise
him
.
Was
n't
there
some
afternoon
in
the
week
when
she
sat
and
sewed
,
so
that
he
might
come
and
sit
by
her
and
read
to
her
and
talk
to
her
?
He
made
his
request
with
a
certain
confidence
,
but
it
filled
her
with
a
righteous
panic
;
she
pulled
him
up
with
an
abruptness
that
was
almost
inartistic
.
On
her
way
home
she
was
acutely
ashamed
of
herself
;
this
was
the
first
time
she
had
let
any
man
but
Trafford
think
he
might
be
interesting
to
her
,
but
once
or
twice
on
former
occasions
she
had
been
on
the
verge
of
such
provocative
intimations
.
This
sort
of
thing
anyhow
must
n't
happen
.
But
if
she
did
n't
dress
with
any
distinction
—
because
of
the
cost
—
and
did
n't
flirt
and
trail
men
in
her
wake
,
what
was
she
to
do
at
the
afternoon
gatherings
which
were
now
her
chief
form
of
social
contact
?
What
was
going
to
bring
people
to
her
house
?
She
knew
that
she
was
more
than
ordinarily
beautiful
and
that
she
could
talk
well
,
but
that
does
not
count
for
much
if
you
are
rather
dowdy
,
and
quite
uneventfully
virtuous
.
It
became
the
refrain
of
all
her
thoughts
that
she
must
find
something
to
do
.
There
remained
"
Movements
.
"
She
might
take
up
a
movement
.
She
was
a
rather
exceptionally
good
public
speaker
.
Only
her
elopement
and
marriage
had
prevented
her
being
president
of
her
college
Debating
Society
.
If
she
devoted
herself
to
some
movement
she
would
be
free
to
devise
an
ostentatiously
simple
dress
for
herself
and
stick
to
it
,
and
she
would
be
able
to
give
her
little
house
a
significance
of
her
own
,
and
present
herself
publicly
against
what
is
perhaps
quite
the
best
of
all
backgrounds
for
a
good-looking
,
clear-voiced
,
self-possessed
woman
,
a
platform
.
Yes
;
she
had
to
go
in
for
a
Movement
.
She
reviewed
the
chief
contemporary
Movements
much
as
she
might
have
turned
over
dress
fabrics
in
a
draper
's
shop
,
weighing
the
advantages
and
disadvantages
of
each
...
.
London
,
of
course
,
is
always
full
of
Movements
.
Essentially
they
are
absorbents
of
superfluous
feminine
energy
.
They
have
a
common
flavour
of
progress
and
revolutionary
purpose
,
and
common
features
in
abundant
meetings
,
officials
,
and
organization
generally
.
Few
are
expensive
,
and
still
fewer
produce
any
tangible
results
in
the
world
.
They
direct
themselves
at
the
most
various
ends
;
the
Poor
,
that
favourite
butt
,
either
as
a
whole
or
in
such
typical
sections
as
the
indigent
invalid
or
the
indigent
aged
,
the
young
,
public
health
,
the
woman
's
cause
,
the
prevention
of
animal
food
,
anti-vivisection
,
the
gratuitous
advertisement
of
Shakespear
(
that
neglected
poet
)
,
novel
but
genteel
modifications
of
medical
or
religious
practice
,
dress
reform
,
the
politer
aspects
of
socialism
,
the
encouragement
of
æronautics
,
universal
military
service
,
garden
suburbs
,
domestic
arts
,
proportional
representation
,
duodecimal
arithmetic
,
and
the
liberation
of
the
drama
.
They
range
in
size
and
importance
from
campaigns
on
a
Plessingtonian
scale
to
sober
little
intellectual
Beckingham
things
that
arrange
to
meet
half-yearly
,
and
die
quietly
before
the
second
assembly
.
If
Heaven
by
some
miracle
suddenly
gave
every
Movement
in
London
all
it
professed
to
want
,
our
world
would
be
standing
on
its
head
and
everything
would
be
extremely
unfamiliar
and
disconcerting
.
But
,
as
Mr.
Roosevelt
once
remarked
,
the
justifying
thing
about
life
is
the
effort
and
not
the
goal
,
and
few
Movements
involve
any
real
and
impassioned
struggle
to
get
to
the
ostensible
object
.
They
exist
as
an
occupation
;
they
exercise
the
intellectual
and
moral
activities
without
undue
disturbance
of
the
normal
routines
of
life
.
In
the
days
when
everybody
was
bicycling
an
ingenious
mechanism
called
Hacker
's
Home
Bicycle
used
to
be
advertised
.
Hacker
's
Home
Bicycle
was
a
stand
bearing
small
rubber
wheels
upon
which
one
placed
one
's
bicycle
(
properly
equipped
with
a
cyclometer
)
in
such
a
way
that
it
could
be
mounted
and
ridden
without
any
sensible
forward
movement
whatever
.
In
bad
weather
,
or
when
the
state
of
the
roads
made
cycling
abroad
disagreeable
Hacker
's
Home
Bicycle
could
be
placed
in
front
of
an
open
window
and
ridden
furiously
for
any
length
of
time
.
Whenever
the
rider
tired
,
he
could
descend
—
comfortably
at
home
again
—
and
examine
the
cyclometer
to
see
how
far
he
had
been
.
In
exactly
the
same
way
the
ordinary
London
Movement
gives
scope
for
the
restless
and
progressive
impulse
in
human
nature
without
the
risk
of
personal
entanglements
or
any
inconvenient
disturbance
of
the
milieu
.
Marjorie
considered
the
Movements
about
her
.
She
surveyed
the
accessible
aspects
of
socialism
,
but
that
old
treasure-house
of
constructive
suggestion
had
an
effect
like
a
rich
château
which
had
been
stormed
and
looted
by
a
mob
.
For
a
time
the
proposition
that
"
we
are
all
Socialists
nowadays
"
had
prevailed
.
The
blackened
and
discredited
frame
remained
,
the
contents
were
scattered
;
Aunt
Plessington
had
a
few
pieces
,
the
Tory
Democrats
had
taken
freely
,
the
Liberals
were
in
possession
of
a
hastily
compiled
collection
.
There
was
n't
,
she
perceived
,
and
there
never
had
been
a
Socialist
Movement
;
the
socialist
idea
which
had
now
become
part
of
the
general
consciousness
,
had
always
been
too
big
for
polite
domestication
.
She
weighed
Aunt
Plessington
,
too
,
in
the
balance
,
and
found
her
not
so
much
wanting
indeed
as
excessive
.
She
felt
that
a
Movement
with
Aunt
Plessington
in
it
could
n't
possibly
offer
even
elbow-room
for
anybody
else
.
Philanthropy
generally
she
shunned
.
The
movements
that
aim
at
getting
poor
people
into
rooms
and
shouting
at
them
in
an
improving
,
authoritative
way
,
aroused
an
instinctive
dislike
in
her
.
Her
sense
of
humour
,
again
,
would
not
let
her
patronize
Shakespear
or
the
stage
,
or
raise
the
artistic
level
of
the
country
by
means
of
green-dyed
deal
,
and
the
influence
of
Trafford
on
her
mind
debarred
her
from
attempting
the
physical
and
moral
regeneration
of
humanity
by
means
of
beans
and
nut
butter
.
It
was
indeed
rather
by
the
elimination
of
competing
movements
than
by
any
positive
preference
that
she
found
herself
declining
at
last
towards
Agatha
Alimony
's
section
of
the
suffrage
movement
...
.
It
was
one
of
the
less
militant
sections
,
but
it
held
more
meetings
and
passed
more
resolutions
than
any
two
others
.
One
day
Trafford
,
returning
from
an
afternoon
of
forced
and
disappointing
work
in
his
laboratory
,
—
his
mind
had
been
steadfastly
sluggish
and
inelastic
,
—
discovered
Marjorie
's
dining
room
crowded
with
hats
and
all
the
rustle
and
colour
which
plays
so
large
a
part
in
constituting
contemporary
feminine
personality
.
Buzard
,
the
feminist
writer
,
and
a
young
man
just
down
from
Cambridge
who
had
written
a
decadent
poem
,
were
the
only
men
present
.
The
chairs
were
arranged
meeting-fashion
,
but
a
little
irregularly
to
suggest
informality
;
the
post-impressionist
picture
was
a
rosy
benediction
on
the
gathering
,
and
at
a
table
in
the
window
sat
Mrs.
Pope
in
the
chair
,
looking
quietly
tactful
in
an
unusually
becoming
bonnet
,
supported
by
her
daughter
and
Agatha
Alimony
.
Marjorie
was
in
a
simple
gown
of
blueish-grey
,
hatless
amidst
a
froth
of
foolish
bows
and
feathers
,
and
she
looked
not
only
beautiful
and
dignified
but
deliberately
and
conscientiously
patient
until
she
perceived
the
new
arrival
.
Then
he
noted
she
was
a
little
concerned
for
him
,
and
made
some
futile
sign
he
did
not
comprehend
.
The
meeting
was
debating
the
behaviour
of
women
at
the
approaching
census
,
and
a
small
,
earnest
,
pale-faced
lady
with
glasses
was
standing
against
the
fireplace
with
a
crumpled
envelope
covered
with
pencil
notes
in
her
hand
,
and
making
a
speech
.
Trafford
wanted
his
tea
badly
,
but
he
had
not
the
wit
to
realize
that
his
study
had
been
converted
into
a
refreshment
room
for
the
occasion
;
he
hesitated
,
and
seated
himself
near
the
doorway
,
and
so
he
was
caught
;
he
could
n't
,
he
felt
,
get
away
and
seem
to
slight
a
woman
who
was
giving
herself
the
pains
of
addressing
him
.
The
small
lady
in
glasses
was
giving
a
fancy
picture
of
the
mind
of
Mr.
Asquith
and
its
attitude
to
the
suffrage
movement
,
and
telling
with
a
sort
of
inspired
intimacy
just
how
Mr.
Asquith
had
hoped
to
"
bully
women
down
,
"
and
just
how
their
various
attempts
to
bring
home
to
him
the
eminent
reasonableness
of
their
sex
by
breaking
his
windows
,
interrupting
his
meetings
,
booing
at
him
in
the
streets
and
threatening
his
life
,
had
time
after
time
baffled
this
arrogant
hope
.
There
had
been
many
signs
lately
that
Mr.
Asquith
's
heart
was
failing
him
.
Now
here
was
a
new
thing
to
fill
him
with
despair
.
When
Mr.
Asquith
learnt
that
women
refused
to
be
counted
in
the
census
,
then
at
least
she
was
convinced
he
must
give
in
.
When
he
gave
in
it
would
not
be
long
—
she
had
her
information
upon
good
authority
—
before
they
got
the
Vote
.
So
what
they
had
to
do
was
not
to
be
counted
in
the
census
.
That
was
their
paramount
duty
at
the
present
time
.
The
women
of
England
had
to
say
quietly
but
firmly
to
the
census
man
when
he
came
round
:
"
No
,
we
do
n't
count
in
an
election
,
and
we
wo
n't
count
now
.
Thank
you
.
"
No
one
could
force
a
woman
to
fill
in
a
census
paper
she
did
n't
want
to
,
and
for
her
own
part
,
said
the
little
woman
with
the
glasses
,
she
'd
starve
first
.
(
Applause
.
)
For
her
own
part
she
was
a
householder
with
a
census
paper
of
her
own
,
and
across
that
she
was
going
to
write
quite
plainly
and
simply
what
she
thought
of
Mr.
Asquith
.
Some
of
those
present
would
n't
have
census
papers
to
fill
up
;
they
would
be
sent
to
the
man
,
the
so-called
Head
of
the
House
.
But
the
W.S.P.U.
had
foreseen
that
.
Each
householder
had
to
write
down
the
particulars
of
the
people
who
slept
in
his
house
on
Sunday
night
,
or
who
arrived
home
before
mid-day
on
Monday
;
the
reply
of
the
women
of
England
must
be
not
to
sleep
in
a
house
that
night
where
census
papers
were
properly
filled
,
and
not
to
go
home
until
the
following
afternoon
.
All
through
that
night
the
women
of
England
must
be
abroad
.
She
herself
was
prepared
,
and
her
house
would
be
ready
.
There
would
be
coffee
and
refreshments
enough
for
an
unlimited
number
of
refugees
,
there
would
be
twenty
or
thirty
sofas
and
mattresses
and
piles
of
blankets
for
those
who
chose
to
sleep
safe
from
all
counting
.
In
every
quarter
of
London
there
would
be
houses
of
refuge
like
hers
.
And
so
they
would
make
Mr.
Asquith
's
census
fail
,
as
it
deserved
to
fail
,
as
every
census
would
fail
until
women
managed
these
affairs
in
a
sensible
way
.
For
she
supposed
they
were
all
agreed
that
only
women
could
manage
these
things
in
a
sensible
way
.
That
was
her
contribution
to
this
great
and
important
question
.
(
Applause
,
amidst
which
the
small
lady
with
the
glasses
resumed
her
seat
.
)
Trafford
glanced
doorward
,
but
before
he
could
move
another
speaker
was
in
possession
of
the
room
.
This
was
a
very
young
,
tall
,
fair
,
round-shouldered
girl
who
held
herself
with
an
unnatural
rigidity
,
fixed
her
eyes
on
the
floor
just
in
front
of
the
chairwoman
,
and
spoke
with
knitted
brows
and
an
effect
of
extreme
strain
.
She
remarked
that
some
people
did
not
approve
of
this
proposed
boycott
of
the
census
.
She
hung
silent
for
a
moment
,
as
if
ransacking
her
mind
for
something
mislaid
,
and
then
proceeded
to
remark
that
she
proposed
to
occupy
a
few
moments
in
answering
that
objection
—
if
it
could
be
called
an
objection
.
They
said
that
spoiling
the
census
was
an
illegitimate
extension
of
the
woman
movement
.
Well
,
she
objected
—
she
objected
fiercely
—
to
every
word
of
that
phrase
.
Nothing
was
an
illegitimate
extension
of
the
woman
movement
.
Nothing
could
be
.
(
Applause
.
)
That
was
the
very
principle
they
had
been
fighting
for
all
along
.
So
that
,
examined
in
this
way
,
this
so-called
objection
resolved
itself
into
a
mere
question
begging
phrase
.
Nothing
more
.
And
her
reply
therefore
to
those
who
made
it
was
that
they
were
begging
the
question
,
and
however
well
that
might
do
for
men
,
it
would
certainly
not
do
,
they
would
find
,
for
women
.
(
Applause
.
)
For
the
freshly
awakened
consciousness
of
women
.
(
Further
applause
.
)
This
was
a
war
in
which
quarter
was
neither
asked
nor
given
;
if
it
were
not
so
things
might
be
different
.
She
remained
silent
after
that
for
the
space
of
twenty
seconds
perhaps
,
and
then
remarked
that
that
seemed
to
be
all
she
had
to
say
,
and
sat
down
amidst
loud
encouragement
.
Then
with
a
certain
dismay
Trafford
saw
his
wife
upon
her
feet
.
He
was
afraid
of
the
effect
upon
himself
of
what
she
was
going
to
say
,
but
he
need
have
had
no
reason
for
his
fear
.
Marjorie
was
a
seasoned
debater
,
self-possessed
,
with
a
voice
very
well
controlled
and
a
complete
mastery
of
that
elaborate
appearance
of
reasonableness
which
is
so
essential
to
good
public
speaking
.
She
could
speak
far
better
than
she
could
talk
.
And
she
startled
the
meeting
in
her
opening
sentence
by
declaring
that
she
meant
to
stay
at
home
on
the
census
night
,
and
supply
her
husband
with
every
scrap
of
information
he
had
n't
got
already
that
might
be
needed
to
make
the
return
an
entirely
perfect
return
.
(
Marked
absence
of
applause
.
)
She
proceeded
to
avow
her
passionate
interest
in
the
feminist
movement
of
which
this
agitation
for
the
vote
was
merely
the
symbol
.
(
A
voice
:
"
No
!
"
)
No
one
could
be
more
aware
of
the
falsity
of
woman
's
position
at
the
present
time
than
she
was
—
she
seemed
to
be
speaking
right
across
the
room
to
Trafford
—
they
were
neither
pets
nor
partners
,
but
something
between
the
two
;
now
indulged
like
spoilt
children
,
now
blamed
like
defaulting
partners
;
constantly
provoked
to
use
the
arts
of
their
sex
,
constantly
mischievous
because
of
that
provocation
.
She
caught
her
breath
and
stopped
for
a
moment
,
as
if
she
had
suddenly
remembered
the
meeting
intervening
between
herself
and
Trafford
.
No
,
she
said
,
there
was
no
more
ardent
feminist
and
suffragist
than
herself
in
the
room
.
She
wanted
the
vote
and
everything
it
implied
with
all
her
heart
.
With
all
her
heart
.
But
every
way
to
get
a
thing
was
n't
the
right
way
,
and
she
felt
with
every
fibre
of
her
being
that
this
petulant
hostility
to
the
census
was
a
wrong
way
and
an
inconsistent
way
,
and
likely
to
be
an
unsuccessful
way
—
one
that
would
lose
them
the
sympathy
and
help
of
just
that
class
of
men
they
should
look
to
for
support
,
the
cultivated
and
scientific
men
.
(
A
voice
:
"
Do
we
want
them
?
"
)
What
was
the
commonest
charge
made
by
the
man
in
the
street
against
women
?
—
that
they
were
unreasonable
and
unmanageable
,
that
it
was
their
way
to
get
things
by
crying
and
making
an
irrelevant
fuss
.
And
here
they
were
,
as
a
body
,
doing
that
very
thing
!
Let
them
think
what
the
census
and
all
that
modern
organization
of
vital
statistics
of
which
it
was
the
central
feature
stood
for
.
It
stood
for
order
,
for
the
replacement
of
guesses
and
emotional
generalization
by
a
clear
knowledge
of
facts
,
for
the
replacement
of
instinctive
and
violent
methods
,
by
which
women
had
everything
to
lose
(
a
voice
:
"
No
!
"
)
by
reason
and
knowledge
and
self-restraint
,
by
which
women
had
everything
to
gain
.
To
her
the
advancement
of
science
,
the
progress
of
civilization
,
and
the
emancipation
of
womanhood
were
nearly
synonymous
terms
.
At
any
rate
,
they
were
different
phases
of
one
thing
.
They
were
different
aspects
of
one
wider
purpose
.
When
they
struck
at
the
census
,
she
felt
,
they
struck
at
themselves
.
She
glanced
at
Trafford
as
if
she
would
convince
him
that
this
was
the
real
voice
of
the
suffrage
movement
,
and
sat
down
amidst
a
brief
,
polite
applause
,
that
warmed
to
rapture
as
Agatha
Alimony
,
the
deep-voiced
,
stirring
Agatha
,
rose
to
reply
.
Miss
Alimony
,
who
was
wearing
an
enormous
hat
with
three
nodding
ostrich
feathers
,
a
purple
bow
,
a
gold
buckle
and
numerous
minor
ornaments
of
various
origin
and
substance
,
said
they
had
all
of
them
listened
with
the
greatest
appreciation
and
sympathy
to
the
speech
of
their
hostess
.
Their
hostess
was
a
newcomer
to
the
movement
,
she
knew
she
might
say
this
without
offence
,
and
was
passing
through
a
phase
,
an
early
phase
,
through
which
many
of
them
had
passed
.
This
was
the
phase
of
trying
to
take
a
reasonable
view
of
an
unreasonable
situation
.
(
Applause
.
)
Their
hostess
had
spoken
of
science
,
and
no
doubt
science
was
a
great
thing
;
but
there
was
something
greater
than
science
,
and
that
was
the
ideal
.
It
was
woman
's
place
to
idealize
.
Sooner
or
later
their
hostess
would
discover
,
as
they
had
all
discovered
,
that
it
was
not
to
science
but
the
ideal
that
women
must
look
for
freedom
.
Consider
,
she
said
,
the
scientific
men
of
to-day
.
Consider
,
for
example
,
Sir
James
Crichton-Browne
,
the
physiologist
.
Was
he
on
their
side
?
On
the
contrary
,
he
said
the
most
unpleasant
things
about
them
on
every
occasion
.
He
went
out
of
his
way
to
say
them
.
Or
consider
Sir
Almroth
Wright
,
did
he
speak
well
of
women
?
Or
Sir
Ray
Lankester
,
the
biologist
,
who
was
the
chief
ornament
of
the
Anti-Suffrage
Society
.
Or
Sir
Roderick
Dover
,
the
physicist
,
who
—
forgetting
Madame
Curie
,
a
far
more
celebrated
physicist
than
himself
,
she
ventured
to
say
(
Applause
.
)
had
recently
gone
outside
his
province
altogether
to
abuse
feminine
research
.
There
were
your
scientific
men
.
Mrs.
Trafford
had
said
their
anti-census
campaign
would
annoy
scientific
men
;
well
,
under
the
circumstances
,
she
wanted
to
annoy
scientific
men
.
(
Applause
.
)
She
wanted
to
annoy
everybody
.
Until
women
got
the
vote
(
loud
applause
)
the
more
annoying
they
were
the
better
.
When
the
whole
world
was
impressed
by
the
idea
that
voteless
women
were
an
intolerable
nuisance
,
then
there
would
cease
to
be
voteless
women
.
(
Enthusiasm
.
)
Mr.
Asquith
had
said
—
And
so
on
for
quite
a
long
time
...
.
Buzard
rose
out
of
waves
of
subsiding
emotion
.
Buzard
was
a
slender
,
long-necked
,
stalk-shaped
man
with
gilt
glasses
,
uneasy
movements
and
a
hypersensitive
manner
.
He
did
n't
so
much
speak
as
thrill
with
thought
vibrations
;
he
spoke
like
an
entranced
but
still
quite
gentlemanly
sibyl
.
After
Agatha
's
deep
trumpet
calls
,
he
sounded
like
a
solo
on
the
piccolo
.
He
picked
out
all
his
more
important
words
with
a
little
stress
as
though
he
gave
them
capitals
.
He
said
their
hostess
's
remarks
had
set
him
thinking
.
He
thought
it
was
possible
to
stew
the
Scientific
Argument
in
its
own
Juice
.
There
was
something
he
might
call
the
Factuarial
Estimate
of
Values
.
Well
,
it
was
a
High
Factuarial
Value
on
their
side
,
in
his
opinion
at
any
rate
,
when
Anthropologists
came
and
told
him
that
the
Primitive
Human
Society
was
a
Matriarchate
.
(
"
But
it
was
n't
!
"
said
Trafford
to
himself
.
)
It
had
a
High
Factuarial
Value
when
they
assured
him
that
Every
One
of
the
Great
Primitive
Inventions
was
made
by
a
Woman
,
and
that
it
was
to
Women
they
owed
Fire
and
the
early
Epics
and
Sagas
.
(
"
Good
Lord
!
"
said
Trafford
.
)
It
had
a
High
Factuarial
Value
when
they
not
only
asserted
but
proved
that
for
Thousands
of
Years
,
and
perhaps
for
Hundreds
of
Thousands
of
Years
,
Women
had
been
in
possession
of
Articulate
Speech
before
men
rose
to
that
Level
of
Intelligence
...
.
It
occurred
suddenly
to
Trafford
that
he
could
go
now
;
that
it
would
be
better
to
go
;
that
indeed
he
must
go
;
it
was
no
doubt
necessary
that
his
mind
should
have
to
work
in
the
same
world
as
Buzard
's
mental
processes
,
but
at
any
rate
those
two
sets
of
unsympathetic
functions
need
not
go
on
in
the
same
room
.
Something
might
give
way
.
He
got
up
,
and
with
those
elaborate
efforts
to
be
silent
that
lead
to
the
violent
upsetting
of
chairs
,
got
himself
out
of
the
room
and
into
the
passage
,
and
was
at
once
rescued
by
the
sympathetic
cook-general
,
in
her
most
generalized
form
,
and
given
fresh
tea
in
his
study
—
which
impressed
him
as
being
catastrophically
disarranged
...
.
When
Marjorie
was
at
last
alone
with
him
she
found
him
in
a
state
of
extreme
mental
stimulation
.
"
Your
speech
,
"
he
said
,
"
was
all
right
.
I
did
n't
know
you
could
speak
like
that
,
Marjorie
.
But
it
soared
like
the
dove
above
the
waters
.
Waters
!
I
never
heard
such
a
flood
of
rubbish
...
.
You
know
,
it
's
a
mistake
to
mass
women
.
It
brings
out
something
silly
...
.
It
affected
Buzard
as
badly
as
any
one
.
The
extraordinary
thing
is
they
have
a
case
,
if
only
they
'd
be
quiet
.
Why
did
you
get
them
together
?
"
"
It
's
our
local
branch
.
"
"
Yes
,
but
why
?
"
"
Well
,
if
they
talk
about
things
—
Discussions
like
this
clear
up
their
minds
.
"
"
Discussion
!
It
was
n't
discussion
.
"
"
Oh
!
it
was
a
beginning
.
"
"
Chatter
of
that
sort
is
n't
the
beginning
of
discussion
,
it
's
the
end
.
It
's
the
death-rattle
.
Nobody
was
meeting
the
thoughts
of
any
one
.
I
admit
Buzard
,
who
's
a
man
,
talked
the
worst
rubbish
of
all
.
That
Primitive
Matriarchate
of
his
!
So
it
is
n't
sex
.
I
've
noticed
before
that
the
men
in
this
movement
of
yours
are
worse
than
the
women
.
It
is
n't
sex
.
It
's
something
else
.
It
's
a
foolishness
.
It
's
a
sort
of
irresponsible
looseness
.
"
He
turned
on
her
gravely
.
"
You
ought
not
to
get
all
these
people
here
.
It
's
contagious
.
Before
you
know
it
you
'll
find
your
own
mind
liquefy
and
become
enthusiastic
and
slop
about
.
You
'll
begin
to
talk
monomania
about
Mr.
Asquith
.
"
"
But
it
's
a
great
movement
,
Rag
,
even
if
incidentally
they
say
and
do
silly
things
!
"
"
My
dear
!
are
n't
I
feminist
?
Do
n't
I
want
women
fine
and
sane
and
responsible
?
Do
n't
I
want
them
to
have
education
,
to
handle
things
,
to
vote
like
men
and
bear
themselves
with
the
gravity
of
men
?
And
these
meetings
—
all
hat
and
flutter
!
These
displays
of
weak
,
untrained
,
hysterical
vehemence
!
These
gatherings
of
open-mouthed
impressionable
young
girls
to
be
trained
in
incoherence
!
You
ca
n't
go
on
with
it
!
"
Marjorie
regarded
him
quietly
for
a
moment
.
"
I
must
go
on
with
something
,
"
she
said
.
"
Well
,
not
this
.
"
"
Then
what
?
"
"
Something
sane
.
"
"
Tell
me
what
.
"
"
It
must
come
out
of
yourself
.
"
Marjorie
thought
sullenly
for
a
moment
.
"
Nothing
comes
out
of
myself
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
do
n't
think
you
realize
a
bit
what
my
life
has
become
,
"
she
went
on
;
"
how
much
I
'm
like
some
one
who
's
been
put
in
a
pleasant
,
high-class
prison
.
"
"
This
house
!
It
's
your
own
!
"
"
It
does
n't
give
me
an
hour
's
mental
occupation
in
the
day
.
It
's
all
very
well
to
say
I
might
do
more
in
it
.
I
ca
n't
—
without
absurdity
.
Or
expenditure
.
I
ca
n't
send
the
girl
away
and
start
scrubbing
.
I
ca
n't
make
jam
or
do
ornamental
needlework
.
The
shops
do
it
better
and
cheaper
,
and
I
have
n't
been
trained
to
it
.
I
've
been
trained
not
to
do
it
.
I
've
been
brought
up
on
games
and
school-books
,
and
fed
on
mixed
ideas
.
I
ca
n't
sit
down
and
pacify
myself
with
a
needle
as
women
used
to
do
.
Besides
,
I
not
only
detest
doing
needlework
but
I
hate
it
—
the
sort
of
thing
a
woman
of
my
kind
does
anyhow
—
when
it
's
done
.
I
'm
no
artist
.
I
'm
not
sufficiently
interested
in
outside
things
to
spend
my
time
in
serious
systematic
reading
,
and
after
four
or
five
novels
—
oh
,
these
meetings
are
better
than
that
!
You
see
,
you
've
got
a
life
—
too
much
of
it
—
I
have
n't
got
enough
.
I
wish
almost
I
could
sleep
away
half
the
day
.
Oh
!
I
want
something
real
,
Rag
;
something
more
than
I
've
got
.
"
A
sudden
inspiration
came
to
her
.
"
Will
you
let
me
come
to
your
laboratory
and
work
with
you
?
"
She
stopped
abruptly
.
She
caught
up
her
own
chance
question
and
pointed
it
at
him
,
a
vitally
important
challenge
.
"
Will
you
let
me
come
to
your
laboratory
and
work
?
"
she
repeated
.
Trafford
thought
.
"
No
,
"
he
said
.
"
Why
not
?
"
"
Because
I
'm
in
love
with
you
.
I
ca
n't
think
of
my
work
when
you
're
about
...
.
And
you
're
too
much
behind
.
Oh
my
dear
!
do
n't
you
see
how
you
're
behind
?
"
He
paused
.
"
I
've
been
soaking
in
this
stuff
of
mine
for
ten
long
years
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
assented
Marjorie
flatly
.
He
watched
her
downcast
face
,
and
then
it
lifted
to
him
with
a
helpless
appeal
in
her
eyes
,
and
lift
in
her
voice
.
"
But
look
here
,
Rag
!
"
she
cried
—
"
what
on
earth
am
I
to
DO
?
"
At
least
there
came
out
of
these
discussions
one
thing
,
a
phrase
,
a
purpose
,
which
was
to
rule
the
lives
of
the
Traffords
for
some
years
.
It
expressed
their
realization
that
instinct
and
impulse
had
so
far
played
them
false
,
that
life
for
all
its
rich
gifts
of
mutual
happiness
was
n't
adjusted
between
them
.
"
We
've
got
,
"
they
said
,
"
to
talk
all
this
out
between
us
.
We
've
got
to
work
this
out
.
"
They
did
n't
mean
to
leave
things
at
a
misfit
,
and
that
was
certainly
their
present
relation
.
They
were
already
at
the
problem
of
their
joint
lives
,
like
a
tailor
with
his
pins
and
chalk
.
Marjorie
had
n't
rejected
a
humorist
and
all
his
works
in
order
to
decline
at
last
to
the
humorous
view
of
life
,
that
rather
stupid
,
rather
pathetic
,
grin-and-bear-it
attitude
compounded
in
incalculable
proportions
of
goodwill
,
evasion
,
indolence
,
slovenliness
,
and
(
nevertheless
)
spite
(
masquerading
indeed
as
jesting
comment
)
,
which
supplies
the
fabric
of
everyday
life
for
untold
thousands
of
educated
middle-class
people
.
She
hated
the
misfit
.
She
did
n't
for
a
moment
propose
to
pretend
that
the
ungainly
twisted
sleeve
,
the
puckered
back
,
was
extremely
jolly
and
funny
.
She
had
married
with
a
passionate
anticipation
of
things
fitting
and
fine
,
and
it
was
her
nature
,
in
great
matters
as
in
small
,
to
get
what
she
wanted
strenuously
before
she
counted
the
cost
.
About
both
their
minds
there
was
something
sharp
and
unrelenting
,
and
if
Marjorie
had
been
disposed
to
take
refuge
from
facts
in
swathings
of
aesthetic
romanticism
,
whatever
covering
she
contrived
would
have
been
torn
to
rags
very
speedily
by
that
fierce
and
steely
veracity
which
swung
down
out
of
the
laboratory
into
her
home
.
One
may
want
to
talk
things
out
long
before
one
hits
upon
the
phrases
that
will
open
up
the
matter
.
There
were
two
chief
facts
in
the
case
between
them
and
so
far
they
had
looked
only
one
in
the
face
,
the
fact
that
Marjorie
was
unemployed
to
a
troublesome
and
distressing
extent
,
and
that
there
was
nothing
in
her
nature
or
training
to
supply
,
and
something
in
their
circumstances
and
relations
to
prevent
any
adequate
use
of
her
energies
.
With
the
second
fact
neither
of
them
cared
to
come
to
close
quarters
as
yet
,
and
neither
as
yet
saw
very
distinctly
how
it
was
linked
to
the
first
,
and
that
was
the
steady
excess
of
her
expenditure
over
their
restricted
means
.
She
was
secretly
surprised
at
her
own
weakness
.
Week
by
week
and
month
by
month
,
they
were
spending
all
his
income
and
eating
into
that
little
accumulation
of
capital
that
had
once
seemed
so
sufficient
against
the
world
...
.
And
here
it
has
to
be
told
that
although
Trafford
knew
that
Marjorie
had
been
spending
too
much
money
,
he
still
had
no
idea
of
just
how
much
money
she
had
spent
.
She
was
doing
her
utmost
to
come
to
an
understanding
with
him
,
and
at
the
same
time
—
I
do
n't
explain
it
,
I
do
n't
excuse
it
—
she
was
keeping
back
her
bills
from
him
,
keeping
back
urgent
second
and
third
and
fourth
demands
,
that
she
had
no
cheque-book
now
to
stave
off
even
by
the
most
partial
satisfaction
.
It
kept
her
awake
at
nights
,
that
catastrophic
explanation
,
that
all
unsuspected
by
Trafford
hung
over
their
attempts
at
mutual
elucidation
;
it
kept
her
awake
but
she
could
not
bring
it
to
the
speaking
point
,
and
she
clung
,
in
spite
of
her
own
intelligence
,
to
a
persuasion
that
after
they
had
got
something
really
settled
and
defined
then
it
would
be
time
enough
to
broach
the
particulars
of
this
second
divergence
...
.
Talking
one
's
relations
over
is
n't
particularly
easy
between
husband
and
wife
at
any
time
;
we
are
none
of
us
so
sure
of
one
another
as
to
risk
loose
phrases
or
make
experiments
in
expression
in
matters
so
vital
;
there
is
inevitably
an
excessive
caution
on
the
one
hand
and
an
abnormal
sensitiveness
to
hints
and
implications
on
the
other
.
Marjorie
's
bills
were
only
an
extreme
instance
of
these
unavoidable
suppressions
that
always
occur
.
Moreover
,
when
two
people
are
continuously
together
,
it
is
amazingly
hard
to
know
when
and
where
to
begin
;
where
intercourse
is
unbroken
it
is
as
a
matter
of
routine
being
constantly
interrupted
.
You
cannot
broach
these
broad
personalities
while
you
are
getting
up
in
the
morning
,
or
over
the
breakfast-table
while
you
make
the
coffee
,
or
when
you
meet
again
after
a
multitude
of
small
events
at
tea
,
or
in
the
evening
when
one
is
rather
tired
and
trivial
after
the
work
of
the
day
.
Then
Miss
Margharita
Trafford
permitted
no
sustained
analysis
of
life
in
her
presence
.
She
synthesized
things
fallaciously
,
but
for
the
time
convincingly
;
she
insisted
that
life
was
n't
a
thing
you
discussed
,
but
pink
and
soft
and
jolly
,
which
you
crowed
at
and
laughed
at
and
addressed
as
"
Goo
.
"
Even
without
Margharita
there
were
occasions
when
the
Traffords
were
a
forgetfulness
to
one
another
.
After
an
ear
has
been
pinched
or
a
hand
has
been
run
through
a
man
's
hair
,
or
a
pretty
bare
shoulder
kissed
,
all
sorts
of
broader
interests
lapse
into
a
temporary
oblivion
.
They
found
discussion
much
more
possible
when
they
walked
together
.
A
walk
seemed
to
take
them
out
of
the
everyday
sequence
,
isolate
them
from
their
household
,
abstract
them
a
little
from
one
another
.
They
set
out
one
extravagant
spring
Sunday
to
Great
Missenden
,
and
once
in
spring
also
they
discovered
the
Waterlow
Park
.
On
each
occasion
they
seemed
to
get
through
an
enormous
amount
of
talking
.
But
the
Great
Missenden
walk
was
all
mixed
up
with
a
sweet
keen
wind
,
and
beechwoods
just
shot
with
spring
green
and
bursting
hedges
and
the
extreme
earliness
of
honeysuckle
,
which
Trafford
noted
for
the
first
time
,
and
a
clamorous
rejoicing
of
birds
.
And
in
the
Waterlow
Park
there
was
a
great
discussion
of
why
the
yellow
crocus
comes
before
white
and
purple
,
and
the
closest
examination
of
the
manner
in
which
daffodils
and
narcissi
thrust
their
green
noses
out
of
the
garden
beds
.
Also
they
found
the
ugly
,
ill-served
,
aggressively
propagandist
non-alcoholic
refreshment-room
in
that
gracious
old
house
a
scandal
and
disappointment
,
and
Trafford
scolded
at
the
stupidity
of
officialdom
that
can
control
so
fine
a
thing
so
ill.
Though
they
talked
on
these
walks
they
were
still
curiously
evasive
.
Indeed
,
they
were
afraid
of
each
other
.
They
kept
falling
away
from
their
private
thoughts
and
intentions
.
They
generalized
,
they
discussed
Marriage
and
George
Gissing
and
Bernard
Shaw
and
the
suffrage
movement
and
the
agitation
for
the
reform
of
the
divorce
laws
.
They
pursued
imaginary
cases
into
distant
thickets
of
contingency
remotely
far
from
the
personal
issues
between
them
...
.
One
day
came
an
incident
that
Marjorie
found
wonderfully
illuminating
.
Trafford
had
a
fit
of
rage
.
Stung
by
an
unexpected
irritation
,
he
forgot
himself
,
as
people
say
,
and
swore
,
and
was
almost
physically
violent
,
and
the
curious
thing
was
that
so
he
lit
up
things
for
her
as
no
premeditated
attempt
of
his
had
ever
done
.
A
copy
of
the
Scientific
Bulletin
fired
the
explosion
.
He
sat
down
at
the
breakfast-table
with
the
heaviness
of
a
rather
overworked
and
worried
man
,
tasted
his
coffee
,
tore
open
a
letter
and
crumpled
it
with
his
hand
,
turned
to
the
Bulletin
,
regarded
its
list
of
contents
with
a
start
,
opened
it
,
read
for
a
minute
,
and
expressed
himself
with
an
extraordinary
heat
of
manner
in
these
amazing
and
unprecedented
words
:
"
Oh
!
Damnation
and
damnation
!
"
Then
he
shied
the
paper
into
the
corner
of
the
room
and
pushed
his
plate
from
him
.
"
Damn
the
whole
scheme
of
things
!
"
he
said
,
and
met
the
blank
amazement
of
Marjorie
's
eye
.
"
Behrens
!
"
he
said
with
an
air
of
explanation
.
"
Behrens
?
"
she
echoed
with
a
note
of
inquiry
.
"
He
's
doing
my
stuff
!
"
He
sat
darkling
for
a
time
and
then
hit
the
table
with
his
fist
so
hard
that
the
breakfast
things
seemed
to
jump
together
—
to
Marjorie
's
infinite
amazement
.
"
I
ca
n't
stand
it
!
"
he
said
.
She
waited
some
moments
.
"
I
do
n't
understand
,
"
she
began
.
"
What
has
he
done
?
"
"
Oh
!
"
was
Trafford
's
answer
.
He
got
up
,
recovered
the
crumpled
paper
and
stood
reading
.
"
Fool
and
thief
,
"
he
said
.
Marjorie
was
amazed
beyond
measure
.
She
felt
as
though
she
had
been
effaced
from
Trafford
's
life
.
"
Ugh
!
"
he
cried
and
slapped
back
the
Bulletin
into
the
corner
with
quite
needless
violence
.
He
became
aware
of
Marjorie
again
.
"
He
's
doing
my
work
,
"
he
said
.
And
then
as
if
he
completed
the
explanation
:
"
And
I
've
got
to
be
in
Croydon
by
half-past
ten
to
lecture
to
a
pack
of
spinsters
and
duffers
,
because
they
're
too
stupid
to
get
the
stuff
from
books
.
It
's
all
in
books
,
—
every
bit
of
it
.
"
He
paused
and
went
on
in
tones
of
unendurable
wrong
.
"
It
is
n't
as
though
he
was
doing
it
right
.
He
is
n't
.
He
ca
n't
.
He
's
a
fool
.
He
's
a
clever
,
greedy
,
dishonest
fool
with
a
twist
.
Oh
!
the
pile
,
the
big
Pile
of
silly
muddled
technicalities
he
's
invented
already
!
The
solemn
mess
he
's
making
of
it
!
And
there
he
is
,
I
ca
n't
get
ahead
of
him
,
I
ca
n't
get
at
him
.
I
've
got
no
time
.
I
've
got
no
room
or
leisure
to
swing
my
mind
in
!
Oh
,
curse
these
engagements
,
curse
all
these
silly
fretting
entanglements
of
lecture
and
article
!
I
never
get
the
time
,
I
ca
n't
get
the
time
,
I
ca
n't
get
my
mind
clear
!
I
'm
worried
!
I
'm
badgered
!
And
meanwhile
Behrens
—
—
!
"
"
Is
he
discovering
what
you
want
to
discover
?
"
"
Behrens
!
No
!
He
's
going
through
the
breaches
I
made
.
He
's
guessing
out
what
I
meant
to
do
.
And
he
's
getting
it
set
out
all
wrong
,
—
misleading
terminology
,
—
distinctions
made
in
the
wrong
place
.
Oh
,
the
fool
he
is
!
"
"
But
afterwards
—
—
"
"
Afterwards
I
may
spend
my
life
—
removing
the
obstacles
he
's
made
.
He
'll
be
established
and
I
sha
n't
.
You
do
n't
know
anything
of
these
things
.
You
do
n't
understand
.
"
She
did
n't
.
Her
next
question
showed
as
much
.
"
Will
it
affect
your
F.R.S.
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Oh
!
that
's
safe
enough
,
and
it
does
n't
matter
anyhow
.
The
F.R.S.
!
Confound
the
silly
little
F.R.S.
!
As
if
that
mattered
.
It
's
seeing
all
my
great
openings
—
misused
.
It
's
seeing
all
I
might
be
doing
.
This
brings
it
all
home
to
me
.
Do
