"Not long ago, too, I saw an article in some Socialistic paper," she said, "which struck me as exceedingly forcible, and I wrote to the author, asking him to come and see me at ten one morning, and booked the engagement when I heard from him. I was interested in what he said; I wanted to know what he went on. He came on the morning in question, but at half-past ten, and what was the reason, do you think? Because he had only just got up! He told me so himself. But I was anxious to do him justice, and said I supposed he had gone to bed very late the night before. Not at all; he had been in bed by twelve. And there was I, who had not gone to bed till four, expecting and waiting for this bedridden creature! And he had written about the indolence of me! Ah, that week I had felt strong Socialistic leanings, but he cured me at once. Thurso was so funny, too. He shuffled--you know Thurso's shuffle of disapproval--when I told him about it. Why shouldn't I have seen the man? I was interested, until I saw him, anyhow." Jim considered this. He was not a person of action, but liked inquiring into motive. It was this that made Catherine almost despair of getting him to marry Ruby; he could easily spend so many years in theoretical study of the advantages and drawbacks of matrimony. "Is that sufficient?" he asked. "May one do anything that one finds interesting?" "Certainly, if it doesn't injure anybody. The first rule of life is to give other people a good time if you can; the second is not to hurt them under any pretext; and the third to enjoy yourself in every other way. That is why I adore what Thurso calls "quackery" of all kinds. I love discovering the secret of life which solves everything for about ten minutes. I have--what did the pink bear say?--oh yes: the most insatiable appetite for novelties. Wasn't it darling of him? It keeps one busy, and that, after all, is the true elixir of life. I should be miserable if I hadn't got more to do than I can possibly manage." "But just now you said you would give anything for a couple of unemployed hours this afternoon," said Ruby. "I know, because the flesh was weak, and I was very hungry and dog-tired. I feel better now--nearly ready to begin again." Ruby turned her pale Botticelli face towards her. "How you can go on, I don't know," she said. "You play all the time we play, and work all the time we rest. You make me feel lazy too, which I resent."