_Norie_: "I couldn't possibly have Beryl 'living in,' with a child hanging about the place; so I think if you _do_ go I shall turn your bedroom into an apartment which Beryl and I can use for toilet purposes but where we can range out on book-shelves a whole lot of our books. Just now they are most inconveniently stored away in boxes. It's rather tiresome about Beryl. I believe she's going to have _another_ child. At any rate she says it may be four months before she can come to work here regularly. I asked her about it the other day, because if mother gets worse I may be hindered about coming to the office, and I didn't want you to get overworked,--so I said to Beryl.... That reminds me, she referred to the coming child and added that its father was a policeman. Quite a nice creature in his private life. Of course she's only kidding. I expect it's the architect all the time. You know how she delighted in shocking us at Newnham. I wish she hadn't this kink about her. P'raps I'm getting old-fashioned already--You used to call me 'the Girondist.' But if the New Woman _is_ to go on the loose and be unmoral like the rabbits, won't the cause suffer from middle-class opposition?" _Vivie_: "Perhaps. But it may gain instead the sympathies of the lower and the upper classes. Why do you bother about Beryl? I agree with you in disliking all this sexuality..." _Norie_: "Does one _ever_ quite know why one likes people? There is _something_ about Beryl that gets over me; and she _is_ a worker. You know how she grappled with that Norfolk estate business?" _Vivie_: "Well, it's fortunate she and I have not met since Newnham days. You must tip her the story that I am going away for a time--abroad--and that a young--young, because I look a mere boy, dressed up in men's clothes--a young cousin of mine, learned in the law, is going to drop in occasionally and do some of the work..."