"Suppose we take the _adagio_ now--if you're rested." But Sally's back was up. "Not until you tell me what you really mean about Julius Bradshaw." So Laetitia had her choice between an explicit statement of her meaning, and an unsupported incursion into the _adagio_. "I suppose you'll admit there _are_ such things as social distinctions?" Sally wouldn't admit anything whatever. If sociometry was to be a science, it must be worked out without axioms or postulates. Laetitia immediately pointed out that if there were no such things as social distinctions of course there was no reason why Mr. Julius Bradshaw shouldn't take his violin to Krakatoa Villa. "Or here, or anywhere," concluded Laetitia, with a touch of pride in the status of Ladbroke Grove Road. Whereupon Sally surrendered as much of her case as she had left. "You talk as if he was a sweep or a dustman," said she. "I don't see why you should mind if I do, dear. Because, if there are to be no social distinctions, there's no reason why all the sweeps and dustmen in Christendom shouldn't come and play the violin at Krakatoa Villa.... Now, not _too_ slow, you know. One--two--three--four--that'll do." Perhaps Sally felt it would be a feeble line of defence to dwell on the scarcity of good violinists among sweeps and dustmen, and that was why she fell into rank without comment. This short conversation, some weeks on in the story, lets in one or two gleams of side-light. It shows that Sally's permission to the young man Bradshaw to call at her mother's had been promptly taken advantage of--jumped at is the right expression. Also that Miss Wilson had stuck-up ideas. Also that Sally was a disciple of what used to be called Socialism; only really nowadays such a lot of things get called Socialism that the word has lost all the discriminative force one values so much in nouns substantive. Also (only we knew it already) that Sally was no lawyer. We do not love her the less, for our part.