“This IS the confessional. It closes to-morrow morning but it is the confessional still. Look at the thing frankly. You, I say, are also at loose ends. Can you deny it? My dear sir, don’t we both know that ever since we left London you have been ready to fall in love with any pretty thing in petticoats that seemed to promise you three ha’porth of kindness. A lost dog looking for a master! You’re a stray man looking for a mistress. Miss Grammont being a woman is a little more selective than that. But if she’s at a loose end as I suppose, she isn’t protected by the sense of having made her selection. And she has no preconceptions of what she wants. You are a very interesting man in many ways. You carry marriage and entanglements lightly. With an air of being neither married nor entangled. She is quite prepared to fall in love with you.” “But you don’t really think that?” said Sir Richmond, with an ill-concealed eagerness. Dr. Martineau rolled his face towards Sir Richmond. “These miracles--grotesquely--happen,” he said. “She knows nothing of Martin Leeds.... You must remember that.... “And then,” he added, “if she and you fall in love, as the phrase goes, what is to follow?” There was a pause. Sir Richmond looked at his toes for a moment or so as if he took counsel with them and then decided to take offence. “Really!” he said, “this is preposterous. You talk of falling in love as though it was impossible for a man and woman to be deeply interested in each other without that. And the gulf in our ages--in our quality! From the Psychologist of a New Age I find this amazing. Are men and women to go on for ever--separated by this possibility into two hardly communicating and yet interpenetrating worlds? Is there never to be friendship and companionship between men and women without passion?” “You ought to know even better than I do that there is not. For such people as you two anyhow. And at present the world is not prepared to tolerate friendship and companionship WITH that accompaniment. That is the core of this situation.” A pause fell between the two gentlemen. They had smoothed over the extreme harshness of their separation and there was very little more to be said. “Well,” said Sir Richmond in conclusion, “I am very sorry indeed, Martineau, that we have to part like this.” CHAPTER THE SEVENTH COMPANIONSHIP Section 1 “Well,” said Dr. Martineau, extending his hand to Sir Richmond on the Salisbury station platform, “I leave you to it.” His round face betrayed little or no vestiges of his overnight irritation. “Ought you to leave me to it?” smiled Sir Richmond. “I shall be interested to learn what happens.” “But if you won’t stay to see!” “Now Sir, please,” said the guard respectfully but firmly, and Dr. Martineau got in. Sir Richmond walked thoughtfully down the platform towards the exit. “What else could I do?” he asked aloud to nobody in particular.