The _Fact_ published a cheery series of articles, dealing with each clause in turn, and explaining why it was bound to lead, immediately or ultimately, to war with some one or other. I wrote some of them myself. But I was out on some points, though most haven't had time yet to prove themselves. 'Now,' said Jane, the day after the signature, 'I suppose we can get on with the things that matter.' She meant housing, demobilisation, proportional representation, health questions, and all the good objects which the Society for Equal Citizenship had at heart. She had been writing some articles in the _Daily Haste_ on these. They were well-informed and intelligent, but not expert enough for the _Fact_. And that, as I began to see, was partly where Hobart came in. Jane wrote cleverly, clearly, and concisely--better than Johnny did. But, in these days of overcrowded competent journalism --well, it is not unwise to marry an editor of standing. It gives you a better place in the queue. I dined at the Hobarts' on June 29th, for the first time since their marriage. We were a party of six. Katherine Varick was there, and a distinguished member of the American Legation and his wife. Jane handled her parties competently, as she did other things. A vivid, jolly child she looked, in love with life and the fun and importance of her new position. The bachelor girl or man just married is an amusing study to me. Especially the girl, with her new responsibilities, her new and more significant relation to life and society. Later she is sadly apt to become dull, to have her individuality merged in the eternal type of the matron and the mother; her intellect is apt to lose its edge, her mind its grip. It is the sacrifice paid by the individual to the race. But at first she is often a delightful combination of keen-witted, jolly girl and responsible woman.