unbending about his boat and his boots and his filters ... perhaps all that was the best of the holiday--men were never tired of talking about the way they did this and that ... clever difficult things that made all the difference; but they missed all the rest. Even when they sat about smoking their minds were fussing. The women in their parties dressed, and smiled and appreciated. There would be no real happiness in such a party ... except when the women were alone, doing the things with no show about them. Supposing I were able to go anywhere on this page ... Ippington ... 295m; pop. 760 ... trains to Tudworth and thence two or three times daily ... Spray Bay Hotel.... A sparrow cheeped on the window sill and fluttered away. The breath of happiness poured in at the high window; all the places in the railway guide told over their charms; mountains and lakes and rivers, innumerable strips of coast, village streets to walk along for the first time, leading out ... going, somewhere, in a train. Standing on tiptoe she gazed her thoughts across the two garden spaces towards the grimed backs of the large brown houses. Why was one allowed to be so utterly happy? There it was ... happily here and happily going away ... away. CHAPTER XXIV 1 "There; how d'ye like that, eh? A liberal education in twelve volumes with an index. Read them when ye want to. See?" ... They looked less set up like that in a row than when they had lain about on the floor of the den ... taking up Dante and Beethoven at tea time. 2 "Books posted? I wonder I'm not more rushed. I say--v'you greased all Hancock's and the Pater's instruments?" He knows I'm slacking ... he'll tell the others when they come back.... Mr. Leyton's door shut with a bang. He would be sitting reading the newspaper until the next patient came. The eternal sounds of laughter and dancing came up from the kitchen. The rest of the house was perfectly still. Her miserable hand reopened the last page of the Index. There were five or six more entries under "Woman." 3 If one could only burn all the volumes; stop the publication of them. But it was all books, all the literature in the world, right back to Juvenal ... whatever happened, if it could all be avenged by somebody in some way, there was all that ... the classics, the finest literature,--"unsurpassed." Education would always mean coming in contact with all that. Schoolboys got their first ideas.... _How_ could Newnham and Girton women endure it? How could they go on living and laughing and talking? * * * * *