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discussion。 Her questions frequently began; “Am I 
to understand—” and his replies invariably represented 
the views of some one called “we。” 

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By this time Mary was almost persuaded that she; too; 
was included in the “we;” and agreed with Mr。 Bast in 
believing that “our” views; “our” society; “our” policy; 
stood for something quite definitely segregated from the 
main body of society in a circle of superior illumination。 

The appearance of Katharine in this atmosphere was 
extremely incongruous; and had the effect of making Mary 
remember all sorts of things that she had been glad to 
forget。 

“You’ve been dining out?” she asked again; looking; 
with a little smile; at the blue silk and the pearlsewn 
shoes。 

“No; at home。 Are you starting something new?” 
Katharine hazarded; rather hesitatingly; looking at the 
papers。 

“We are;” Mr。 Bast replied。 He said no more。 

“I’m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square;” 
Mary explained。 

“I see。 And then you will do something else。” 

“Well; I’m afraid I like working;” said Mary。 

“Afraid;” said Mr。 Bast; conveying the impression 

that; in his opinion; no sensible person could be afraid 
of liking to work。 

“Yes;” said Katharine; as if he had stated this opinion 
aloud。 “I should like to start something—something off 
one’s own bat—that’s what I should like。” 

“Yes; that’s the fun;” said Mr。 Bast; looking at her 
for the first time rather keenly; and refilling his pipe。 

“But you can’t limit work—that’s what I mean;” said 
Mary。 “I mean there are other sorts of work。 No one works 
harder than a woman with little children。” 

“Quite so;” said Mr。 Bast。 “It’s precisely the women 
with babies we want to get hold of。” He glanced at his 
document; rolled it into a cylinder between his fingers; 
and gazed into the fire。 Katharine felt that in this pany 
anything that one said would be judged upon its 
merits; one had only to say what one thought; rather 
barely and tersely; with a curious assumption that the 
number of things that could properly be thought about 
was strictly limited。 And Mr。 Bast was only stiff upon 
the surface; there was an intelligence in his face which 
attracted her intelligence。 

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“When will the public know?” she asked。 

“What d’you mean—about us?” Mr。 Bast asked; with 
a little smile。 

“That depends upon many things;” said Mary。 The conspirators 
looked pleased; as if Katharine’s question; with 
the belief in their existence which it implied; had a warming 
effect upon them。 

“In starting a society such as we wish to start (we can’t 
say any more at present);” Mr。 Bast began; with a 
little jerk of his head; “there are two things to remember—
the Press and the public。 Other societies; which shall 
be nameless; have gone under because they’ve appealed 
only to cranks。 If you don’t want a mutual admiration 
society; which dies as soon as you’ve all discovered each 
other’s faults; you must nobble the Press。 You must appeal 
to the public。” 

“That’s the difficulty;” said Mary thoughtfully。 

“That’s where she es in;” said Mr。 Bast; jerking 
his head in Mary’s direction。 “She’s the only one of us 
who’s a capitalist。 She can make a wholetime job of it。 I’m 
tied to an office; I can only give my spare time。 Are you; 

by any chance; on the lookout for a job?” he asked 

Katharine; with a queer mixture of distrust and deference。 

“Marriage is her job at present;” Mary replied for her。 

“Oh; I see;” said Mr。 Bast。 He made allowances for 
that; he and his friends had faced the question of sex; 
along with all others; and assigned it an honorable place 
in their scheme of life。 Katharine felt this beneath the 
roughness of his manner; and a world entrusted to the 
guardianship of Mary Datchet and Mr。 Bast seemed to 
her a good world; although not a romantic or beautiful 
place or; to put it figuratively; a place where any line of 
blue mist softly linked tree to tree upon the horizon。 For 
a moment she thought she saw in his face; bent now over 
the fire; the features of that original man whom we still 
recall every now and then; although we know only the 
clerk; barrister; Governmental official; or workingman 
variety of him。 Not that Mr。 Bast; giving his days to 
merce and his spare time to social reform; would long 
carry about him any trace of his possibilities of pleteness; 
but; for the moment; in his youth and ardor; 
still speculative; still uncramped; one might imagine him 

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the citizen of a nobler state than ours。 Katharine turned 
over her small stock of information; and wondered what 
their society might be going to attempt。 Then she remembered 
that she was hindering their business; and rose; 
still thinking of this society; and thus thinking; she said 
to Mr。 Bast: 

“Well; you’ll ask me to join when the time es; I 
hope。” 

He nodded; and took his pipe from his mouth; but; 
being unable to think of anything to say; he put it back 
again; although he would have been glad if she had 
stayed。 

Against her wish; Mary insisted upon taking her downstairs; 
and then; as there was no cab to be seen; they 
stood in the street together; looking about them。 

“Go back;” Katharine urged her; thinking of Mr。 Bast 
with his papers in his hand。 

“You can’t wander about the streets alone in those 
clothes;” said Mary; but the desire to find a cab was not 
her true reason for standing beside Katharine for a minute 
or two。 Unfortunately for her posure; Mr。 Bast and 

his papers seemed to her an incidental diversion of life’s 
serious purpose pared with some tremendous fact 
which manifested itself as she stood alone with Katharine。 
It may have been their mon womanhood。 

“Have you seen Ralph?” she asked suddenly; without 
preface。 

“Yes;” said Katharine directly; but she did not remember 
when or where she had seen him。 It took her a moment 
or two to remember why Mary should ask her if she 
had seen Ralph。 

“I believe I’m jealous;” said Mary。 

“Nonsense; Mary;” said Katharine; rather distractedly; 
taking her arm and beginning to walk up the street in the 
direction of the main road。 “Let me see; we went to Kew; 
and we agreed to be friends。 Yes; that’s what happened。” 
Mary was silent; in the hope that Katharine would tell 
her more。 But Katharine said nothing。 

“It’s not a question of friendship;” Mary exclaimed; her 
anger rising; to her own surprise。 “You know it’s not。 How 
can it be? I’ve no right to interfere—” She stopped。 “Only 
I’d rather Ralph wasn’t hurt;” she concluded。 

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“I think he seems able to take care of himself;” Katharine 
observed。 Without either of them wishing it; a feeling of 
hostility had risen between them。 

“Do you really think it’s worth it?” said Mary; after a 
pause。 

“How can one tell?” Katharine asked。 

“Have you ever cared for any one?” Mary demanded 
rashly and foolishly。 

“I can’t wander about London discussing my feelings— 
Here’s a cab—no; there’s some one in it。” 

“We don’t want to quarrel;” said Mary。 

“Ought I to have told him that I wouldn’t be his friend?” 
Katharine asked。 “Shall I tell him that? If so; what reason 
shall I give him?” 

“Of course you can’t tell him that;” said Mary; controlling 
herself。 

“I believe I shall; though;” said Katharine suddenly。 

“I lost my temper; Katharine; I shouldn’t have said what 
I did。” 

“The whole thing’s foolish;” said Katharine; peremptorily。 
“That’s what I say。 It’s not worth it。” She spoke with 

unnecessary vehemence; but it was not directed against 
Mary Datchet。 Their animosity had pletely disappeared; 
and upon both of them a cloud of difficulty and darkness 
rested; obscuring the future; in which they had both to 
find a way。 

“No; no; it’s not worth it;” Katharine repeated。 “Suppose; 
as you say; it’s out of the question—this friendship; 
he falls in lov

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