“I don’t complain that you are clear and positive. I’ve been coming along the same way.... It’s refreshing to meet you.” “I found it refreshing to meet Martineau.” A twinge of conscience about Dr. Martineau turned Sir Richmond into a new channel. “He’s a most interesting man,” he said. “Rather shy in some respects. Devoted to his work. And he’s writing a book which has saturated him in these ideas. Only two nights ago we stood here and talked about it. The Psychology of a New Age. The world, he believes, is entering upon a new phase in its history, the adolescence, so to speak, of mankind. It is an idea that seizes the imagination. There is a flow of new ideas abroad, he thinks, widening realizations, unprecedented hopes and fears. There is a consciousness of new powers and new responsibilities. We are sharing the adolescence of our race. It is giving history a new and more intimate meaning for us. It is bringing us into directer relation with public affairs,--making them matter as formerly they didn’t seem to matter. That idea of the bright little private life has to go by the board.” “I suppose it has,” she said, meditatively, as though she had been thinking over some such question before. “The private life,” she said, “has a way of coming aboard again.” Her reflections travelled fast and broke out now far ahead of him. “You have some sort of work cut out for you,” she said abruptly. “Yes. Yes, I have.” “I haven’t,” she said. “So that I go about,” she added, “like someone who is looking for something. I’d like to know if it’s not jabbing too searching a question at you--what you have found.” Sir Richmond considered. “Incidentally,” he smiled, “I want to get a lasso over the neck of that very forcible and barbaric person, your father. I am doing my best to help lay the foundation of a scientific world control of fuel production and distribution. We have a Fuel Commission in London with rather wide powers of enquiry into the whole world problem of fuel. We shall come out to Washington presently with proposals.” Miss Grammont surveyed the landscape. “I suppose,” she said, “poor father IS rather like an unbroken mule in business affairs. So many of our big business men in America are. He’ll lash out at you.” “I don’t mind if only he lashes out openly in the sight of all men.” She considered and turned on Sir Richmond gravely. “Tell me what you want to do to him. You find out so many things for me that I seem to have been thinking about in a sort of almost invisible half-conscious way. I’ve been suspecting for a long time that Civilization wasn’t much good unless it got people like my father under some sort of control. But controlling father--as distinguished from managing him!” She reviewed some private and amusing memories. “He is a most intractable man.” Section 3