'Yes, rather like K's. Not dull; no. Finding things out can't be dull.' 'Well, old thing, go and find things out. But come back in time for the wedding, and then we'll see what next.' Jane was not seriously alarmed. She believed that this of Arthur's, was a short attack; when they were married she would see that he got cured of it. She wasn't going to let him drop out of things and disappear, her brilliant Arthur, who had his world in his hand to play with. Journalism, politics, public life of some sort--it was these that he was so eminently fitted for and must go in for. 'You mustn't waste yourself, Arthur,' she said. 'It's all right to lie low for a bit, but when you come back you must do something worth while.... I'm sorry about the _Fact_; I think you might have stayed on and saved it. But it's your show. Go and explore Central Europe, then, and learn all about it. Then come back and write a book on political science which will be repulsive to all but learned minds. But remember we're getting married in June; don't be late, will you. And write to me from Russia. Letters that will do for me to send to the newspapers, telling me not to spend my money on hats and theatres but on distributing anti-Bolshevist and anti-Czarist tracts. I'll have the letters published in leaflets at threepence a hundred, and drop them about in public places.' 'I'll write to you, no fear,' said Gideon. 'And I'll be in time for the wedding.... Jane, we'll have a great time, you and I, learning things together. We'll have adventures. We'll go exploring, shall we?' 'Rather. We'll lend Charles to mother and dad often, and go off.... I'd come with you now for two pins. Only I can't.' 'No. Charles needs you at present.' 'There's my book, too. And all sorts of things.' 'Oh, your book--that's nothing. Books aren't worth losing anything for. Don't you ever get tied up with books and work, Jane. It's not worth it. One's got to sit loose. Only one can't, to kids; they're too important. We'll have our good times before we get our kids--and after they've grown old enough to be left to themselves a bit.' Jane smiled enigmatically, only obscurely realising that she meant, 'Our ideas of a good time aren't the same, and never will be.' Gideon too only obscurely knew it. Anyhow, for both, the contemplation of that difference could be deferred. Each could hope to break the other in when the time came. Gideon, as befitted his sex, realised the eternity of the difference less sharply than Jane did. It was just, he thought, a question of showing Jane, making her understand.... Jane did not think that it was just a question of making Gideon understand. But he loved her, and she was persuaded that he would yield to her in the end, and not spoil her jolly, delightful life, which was to advance, hand in hand with his, to notoriety or glory or both.