Peter's own feelings were curiously confused. He was going to propose to Clare; and now he seemed to face, suddenly, the change that this must mean to him. Those earlier months, when it had been pursuit with no certainty of capture had only shown him one thing desirable--Clare. But now that he was face to face with it he was frightened--what did he know of women?... On the morning they were to go down, he sat in his room, this terrible question confronting him. No, he knew nothing about women! He had left his heroine very much alone in “Reuben Hallard” and those occasions when he had been obliged to bring her on the stage had not been too successful. He knew nothing about women! There would be things--a great many--as a married man, he would have to change. Sometimes he was moody for days together and wanted to see no one. Sometimes he was so completely absorbed by his work that the real people around him were shadows and wraiths. These moods must vanish. Clare must always find him ready and cheerful and happy. A dreadful sense of inadequacy weighed upon Peter. And then at the concrete fact of her actual presence, at the thought of her standing there, waiting for him, wanting him, his doubts left him and he was wildly, madly happy. And yet, before he left the room, his glance fell on his writing-table. White against its shining surface lay a paper and on the top sheet, written: “The Stone House”; a Novel; Chapter II. Months ago--he had not touched it all these last weeks, and, at this moment he felt he would never write anything again. He turned away with a little movement of irritation.... That morning he went formally to Dr. Rossiter. The little man received him, smiling. “I want to marry your daughter, sir,” said Peter. “You're very young,” said the Doctor. “Twenty-six,” said Peter. “Well, if she'll have you I won't stand in your way--” Peter took the 5.30 train.... II Mrs. Launce, on Sunday afternoon, from the door of her cottage, watched them both strike across the common towards the sea--Peter, “stocky,” walking as though no force on earth could upset his self-possession and sturdy balance, Clare with her little body and easy movement meant for this air and sea and springing turf. Mrs. Launce having three magnificent children of her own believed in the science of Eugenics heart and soul. Here, before her eyes, was the right and proper Union--talk about souls and spirit and temperament--important enough for the immediate Two--but give Nature flesh and bones, with cleanliness and a good straight stock to work on, and see what She will do!