Thrale laughed. "It's only another sex instinct," he said. "Women like men to look 'smart.' When you are playing games with other men, or camping out, you don't care a hang for your 'spruceness.' Oh! and I'll admit the class distinction rot comes in too. You're afraid of public opinion, afraid of being thought common. If the jeunesse dorée started the soft shirt in real earnest, you would soon be able to persuade your women that that looked smart or spruce, or whatever you liked to call it." "Look here, you know," said Gurney, "you're an anarchist, that's what you are." "You're half a woman, Gurney," said Thrale. "You think in names. All people are 'anarchists' who think in ideas instead of following conventions." 5 Not until he had been staying with Gurney for more than a week did Thrale speak explicitly of his purpose in London. But one cold evening at the end of January, as the two men were sitting by a roaring fire that Gurney had built up, the younger man unknowingly opened the subject by saying, "Things are pretty slack at the present moment. The Evening Chronicle has even fallen back on the 'New Plague' for the sake of news." "What do they say?" asked Thrale. He was lying back in his chair, nursing one knee, and staring up at the ceiling. "Oh, the usual rot!" said Gurney "That the thing isn't understood, has never been 'described' by any medical or scientific authority; that it is apparently confined to one little corner of Asia at the present time, but that if it got hold in Europe it might be serious. And then a lot of yap about the unknown forces of Nature; special article by a chap who's been reading too much Wells, I should imagine." "It seems so incredible to us in twentieth-century England that anything really serious could happen," remarked Thrale. "We are so well looked after and cared for. We sit down and wait for some authority to move, with a perfect confidence that when it does move, everything is bound to be all right." "With such an organism as society has become," said Gurney, "things must be worked like that. A certain group to perform one function, other groups for other functions, and so on." "Cell-specialization?" commented Thrale. "Some day to be perfected in socialism." "I believe socialism must come in some form," said Gurney. "Yes, it's an interesting speculation, in some ways," said Thrale, "but the higher forces are about to put a new spoke in the human wheel, and the machinery has to be stopped for a time." "What have you got hold of now?" asked Gurney. "The thoughtful man," went on Thrale, still staring up at the ceiling, "would have asked me to define my expression 'the higher forces.'" "Well, old man, I knew that was beyond even your capacity," returned Gurney, "so I thought we might 'cut the cackle and come to the 'osses.'" Thrale suddenly released his knee and sat upright; then he moved his chair so that he directly confronted his companion.