Yes, it was. Not the tuppenny social world of present mankind: but the genuine world, full of life and eternal creative surprises, including of course destructive surprises: since destruction is part of creation. Somers did want the world. He did want to take it away from all the teeming human ants, human slaves, and all the successful, empty careerists. He wanted little that the present society can give. But the lovely other world that is in spite of the social man of to-day: that he wanted, to clear it, to free it. Freedom! Not for this subnormal slavish humanity of democratic antics. But for the world itself, and the _Mutigen_. _Mut!_ _Muth!_ A good word. Better even than _courage_. Virtue, _virtus_, manliness. _Mut_--manliness. Not braggadaccio or insolence. _De l’audace, et de l’audace, et encore de l’audace!_ Danton’s word. But it was more than daring. It was _Mut_, profound manliness, that is not afraid of anything except of being cowardly or barren. “Dem Mutigen gehört die Welt.” “To the manly brave belongs the world.” Somers wrote to Kangaroo, and enclosed the red wooden heart, which had a little loop of ribbon so that it could be hung on the wall. “Dear Kangaroo--I send you my red heart (never mind that it is wood, the wood once lived and was the tree of life) with its motto. I hope you will accept it, after all my annoying behaviour. It is not the love, but the _Mut_ that I believe in, and join you in. Love may be an ingredient in _Muth_, so you have it all your own way. Anyhow, I send you my red motto-heart, and if you don’t want it you can send it back--I will be your follower, in reverence for your virtue--_Virtus_. And you may command me.” The following day came the answer, in Kangaroo’s difficult scrawl: “Dear Lovat--Love is in your name, notwithstanding. I accept the red heart gladly, and when I win, I will wear it for my Order of Merit, pinned on my swelling chest. “But you are the one person in the world I can never command. I knew it would be so. Yet I am unspeakably glad to have your approval, and perhaps your allegiance. “Come and see me as soon as it is your wish to do so: I won’t invite you, lest worse befall me. For you are either a terrible disappointment to me, or a great blessing in store. I wait for you.” Somers also wrote to Jack, to ask him to come down with Victoria for the week-end. But Jack replied that he couldn’t get away this week-end, there was so much doing. Somers then invited him for the following one.