Millicent was in the Ministry of Munitions now, controlling three thousand female clerks with unsurpassed efficiency. Dick looked at her curiously, as she talked that evening of her doings. "To think I should have a sister like that," he said to himself. She was terrifying. "You do enjoy bullying other people!" he exclaimed at last. "You've found your true vocation. One sees now how the new world will be arranged after the war. The women will continue to do all the bureaucratic jobs, all that entails routine and neatness and interfering with other people's affairs. And man, it is to be hoped, will be left free for the important statesman's business, free for creation and thought. He will stay at home and give proper education to the children, too. He is fit to do these things, because his mind is disinterested and detached. It's an arrangement which will liberate all man's best energies for their proper uses. The only flaw I can see in the system is that you women will be so fiendishly and ruthlessly tyrannical in your administration." "You can't seriously expect me to argue with you," said Millicent. "No, please don't. I am not strong enough. My dung-carrying has taken the edge off all my reasoning powers." Millicent spent the next morning in completely rearranging Dick's furniture. By lunch-time every article in the cottage was occupying a new position. "That's much nicer," said Millicent, surveying her work and seeing that it was good. There was a knock at the door. Dick opened it and was astonished to find Hyman. "I just ran down to see how you were getting on," he explained. "I'm getting on very well since my sister rearranged my furniture," said Dick. He found it pleasing to have an opportunity of exercising his long unused powers of malicious irony. This was very mild, but with practice he would soon come on to something more spiteful and amusing. Hyman shook hands with Millicent, scowling as he did so. He was irritated that she was there; he wanted to talk with Dick alone. He turned his back on her and began addressing Dick. "Well," he said, "I haven't seen you since the fatal day. How is the turnip-hoeing?" "Pretty beastly," said Dick. "Better than doing hard labour in a gaol, I suppose?" Dick nodded his head wearily, foreseeing what must inevitably come. "You've escaped that all right," Hyman went on. "Yes; you ought to be thankful," Millicent chimed in. "I still can't understand why you did it, Greenow. It was a blow to me. I didn't expect it of you." Hyman spoke with feeling. "It was desertion; it was treason." "I agree," said Millicent judicially. "He ought to have stuck to his principles." "He ought to have stuck to what was right, oughtn't he, Miss Greenow?" Hyman turned towards Millicent, pleased at finding someone who shared his views.