'I'm afraid it sounds very priggish,' laughed Alec. 'The word _impossible_.' Dick gave a little snort of comic rage. 'And it also gave you a ghastly pleasure in doing things that hurt you. Oh, if you'd only been born in the Middle Ages, what a fiendish joy you would have taken in mortifying your flesh, and in denying yourself everything that makes life so good to live! You're never thoroughly happy unless you're making yourself thoroughly miserable.' 'Each time I come back to England I find that you talk more and greater nonsense, Dick,' returned Alec drily. 'I'm one of the few persons now alive who can talk nonsense,' answered his friend, laughing. 'That's why I'm so charming. Everyone else is so deadly earnest.' He settled himself down to make a deliberate speech. 'I deplore the strenuousness of the world in general. There is an idea abroad that it is praiseworthy to do things, and what they are is of no consequence so long as you do them. I hate the mad hurry of the present day to occupy itself. I wish I could persuade people of the excellence of leisure.' 'One could scarcely accuse you of cultivating it yourself,' said Lucy, smiling. Dick looked at her for a moment thoughtfully. 'Do you know that I'm hard upon forty?' 'With the light behind, you might still pass for thirty-two,' interrupted Mrs. Crowley. He turned to her seriously. 'I haven't a grey hair on my head.' 'I suppose your servant plucks them out every morning?' 'Oh, no, very rarely; one a month at the outside.' 'I think I see one just beside the left temple.' He turned quickly to the glass. 'Dear me, how careless of Charles! I shall have to give him a piece of my mind.' 'Come here, and let me take it out,' said Mrs. Crowley. 'I will let you do nothing of the sort I should consider it most familiar.' 'You were giving us the gratuitous piece of information that you were nearly forty,' said Alec. 'The thought came to me the other day with something of a shock, and I set about a scrutiny of the life I was leading. I've worked at the bar pretty hard for fifteen years now, and I've been in the House since the general election. I've been earning two thousand a year, I've got nearly four thousand of my own, and I've never spent much more than half my income. I wondered if it was worth while to spend eight hours a day settling the sordid quarrels of foolish people, and another eight hours in the farce of governing the nation.' 'Why do you call it that?' Dick Lomas shrugged his shoulders scornfully. 'Because it is. A few big-wigs rule the roost, and the rest of us are only there to delude the British people into the idea that they're a self-governing community.' 'What is wrong with you is that you have no absorbing aim in politics,' said Alec gravely. 'Pardon me, I am a suffragist of the most vehement type,' answered Dick, with a thin smile.