Jowett's friend twinkled again. "I know what's the matter with you and me," he chuckled. "We're both on the wrong side of five-and-forty. That's all that's the matter with us." Jowett had been muttering within his shaggy moustache some extempore Litany or other; his friend caught the words, "From all young women who talk paper with their hair down--From all young men who think the New Woman isn't just the same as the Old one--And from all day-nurseries for the children of the well-to-do middle classes----" He stopped short. "Think so?" he said. "You think that's it? Perhaps you're right.... Well, it's not my habit, but suppose--if it was only for the sake of the name----" He indicated an establishment with large hanging lamps---- And they entered the Adam and Eve. BOOK TWO A VERY MODERN MARRIAGE PART I I THE WITAN Lady Tasker had missed her way in the Tube. She had been on, or rather under known ground on the Piccadilly Railway as far as Leicester Square, but after that she had not heard, or else had forgotten, that in order to get to Hampstead by the train into which she had stepped she must change at Camden Town. Or perhaps she had merely wondered what Camden Town supposed itself to be that she should put herself to the trouble of changing there. With the newspaper held at arm's length, and a little figure-8-shaped gold glass moving slightly between her puckered old eyes and the page, she was reading the "_By the Way_" column of the "Globe."--"All change," called the man at Highgate; and, still unconscious of her mistake, Lady Tasker left the train. She was the last to enter the lift. But for an unhurried raising of the little locket-shaped glass as the attendant fidgeted at the half-closed gate she might have been the first to enter the next lift. Only from the policeman outside Highgate Station did she learn that she must either take the Tube back again to Camden Town or else walk across the Heath. Now Lady Tasker was seventy, and, with the exception of the Zoo, a place she visited from time to time with troops of turbulent great-nephews, the whole of North London was a sort of Camden Town to her, that is to say, she had no objection to its existence so long as it wasn't troublesome. It was half-past three when she said as much to the Highgate policeman, who up to that time had been an ordinary easy-going Conservative; by five-and-twenty minutes to four she had made of him a fuming Radical. He was saying something about South Square and Merton Lane. Lady Tasker addressed the bracing Highgate air in one of those expressionless and semi-ventriloquial asides that, especially in a mixed company, always made her ladyship very well worth sitting next to. "Merton Lane! Does the man suppose that conveys anything to me?... I want to know how to get to Hampstead, not the names of the objects of interest on the way!"