“It’s laying down the lines of a new social life—no less. And what makes it so strange, so typical, too, of the way social forces work nowadays, is that your husband, who has all the instinctive insistence upon every right and restriction of the family relation in his private life, who is narrowly, passionately _for_ the home in his own case, who hates all books and discussion that seem to touch it, should in his business activities be striking this tremendous new blow at the ancient organization. For that, you see, is what it amounts to.” “Yes,” said Lady Harman slowly. “Yes. Of course, he doesn’t know....” Mr. Brumley was silent for a little while. “You see,” he resumed, “at the worst this new social life may become a sort of slavery in barracks; at the best—it might become something very wonderful. My mind’s been busy now for days thinking just how wonderful the new life might be. Instead of the old bickering, crowded family home, a new home of comrades....” He made another pause, and his thoughts ran off upon a fresh track. “In looking up all these things I came upon a queer little literature of pamphlets and so forth, dealing with the case of the shop assistants. They have a great grievance in what they call the living-in system. The employers herd them in dormitories over the shops, and usually feed them by gaslight in the basements; they fine them and keep an almost intolerable grip upon them; make them go to bed at half-past ten, make them go to church on Sundays,—all sorts of petty tyrannies. The assistants are passionately against this, but they’ve got no power to strike. Where could they go if they struck? Into the street. Only people who live out and have homes of their own to sulk in _can_ strike. Naturally, therefore, as a preliminary to any other improvement in the shop assistant’s life, these young people want to live out. Practically that’s an impossible demand at present, because they couldn’t get lodgings and live out with any decency at all on what it costs their employers to lodge and feed them _in_. Well, here you see a curious possibility for your Hostels. You open the prospect of a living-out system for shop assistants. But just in the degree in which you choose to interfere with them, regulate them, bully and deal with them wholesale through their employers, do you make the new living-out method approximate to the living-in. _That’s_ a curious side development, isn’t it?” Lady Harman appreciated that. “That’s only the beginning of the business. There’s something more these Hostels might touch....” Mr. Brumley gathered himself together for the new aspect. “There’s marriage,” he said.