"Vin, what has happened to you to-day?" "What do you mean, aunt?" he answered, with some surprise. "Something has happened to you to-day," she went on, confidently. "You can’t hoodwink me. Why have you been so radiant, so complaisant, this afternoon—why are you here, for example—when you haven’t shown up at this dinner-table for weeks past?" "And you going away to-morrow, aunt!" he exclaimed. "No use, Vin. All of a sudden you want to be magnanimous to the whole human race; your amiability becomes almost burdensome; your eyes are full of pride and joy; and you think you can hide the transformation from me! Well, then, I will tell you, since you won’t tell me: to-day you were introduced to her." He was startled—and no wonder: had his aunt, by some extraordinary chance, witnessed that interview in Hyde Park? Mrs. Ellison’s shrewd, quick eyes noticed his alarm, and laughed. "The story is as clear as noonday," she continued, in the same undertone. "You come home every night between nine and ten. Why? Because she is an actress, playing in the first piece only; and of course the theatre loses its attraction for you the moment she has left. Now, my dear Vin, that is not the kind of thing for you at all! You’d better stop it—even although you have experienced the wild joy of being introduced to her. What do you know about her? You have been investing her with all the charming qualities of her stage heroines; you haven’t learnt yet that she is a little slatternly in her dress, that her tastes in eating and drinking are rather coarse, that her tastes in literature and art aren’t any—worse still, that she is already provided with a husband, a lounger about Strand public-houses, only too ready to accept your patronage and the price of a glass of gin—" He was immensely relieved. "Oh, you’re all wrong, aunt!" he said, cheerfully. "I haven’t been inside a theatre for six months!" "You haven’t?" she said, glancing at him with a kind of amused suspicion. "You are really playing the good boy with Parliamentary reports and blue books? A very admirable diligence. Other young men would be strolling in the Park, in this hot weather." And then all of a sudden she asked: "What subject were you studying to-day, Vin?" "Thompson’s Distribution of Wealth," he made answer, with equal promptitude. "Oh. What does he say?" "You don’t want to know, aunt!" "Yes, I do: I’m used to hearing all sorts of theories at this table—though I seldom see them put in practice." Well, he on his side was glad enough to get away from that other and dangerous topic; and whether or not he believed in her innocent desire for knowledge, he began to discourse on the possibility of universal human happiness being reached by a voluntary equality in the distribution of the products of labour.