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are detestable. My uncle was of that other vaster mass who accept

everything for the thing it seems to be, hate enquiry and analysis

as a tramp hates washing, dread and resist change, oppose

experiment, despise science. The world is our battleground; and all

history, all literature that matters, all science, deals with this

conflict of the thing that is and the speculative "if" that will

destroy it.

But that is why I did not see Margaret Seddon again for five years.

CHAPTER THE SECOND

MARGARET IN LONDON

1

I was twenty-seven when I met Margaret again, and the intervening

five years had been years of vigorous activity for me, if not of

very remarkable growth. When I saw her again, I could count myself

a grown man. I think, indeed, I counted myself more completely

grown than I was. At any rate, by all ordinary standards, I had

"got on" very well, and my ideas, if they had not changed very

greatly, had become much more definite and my ambitions clearer and

bolder.

I had long since abandoned my fellowship and come to London. I had

published two books that had been talked about, written several

articles, and established a regular relationship with the WEEKLY

REVIEW and the EVENING GAZETTE. I was a member of the Eighty Club

and learning to adapt the style of the Cambridge Union to larger

uses. The London world had opened out to me very readily. I had

developed a pleasant variety of social co

acquaintance of Mr. Evesham, who had been attracted by my NEW RULER,

and who talked about it and me, and so did a very great deal to make

a way for me into the company of prominent and amusing people. I

dined out quite frequently. The glitter and interest of good London

di

conversation one got at them extremely, the little glow of duologues

burning up into more general discussions, the closing-in of the men

after the going of the women, the sage, substantial masculine

gossiping, the later resumption of effective talk with some pleasant

woman, graciously at her best. I had a wide range of houses;

Cambridge had linked me to one or two correlated sets of artistic

and literary people, and my books and Mr. Evesham and opened to me

the big vague world of "society." I wasn't aggressive nor

particularly snobbish nor troublesome, sometimes I talked well, and

if I had nothing interesting to say I said as little as possible,

and I had a youthful gravity of ma

And the other side of my nature that first flared through the cover

of restraints at Locarno, that too had had opportunity to develop

along the line London renders practicable. I had had my experiences

and secrets and adventures among that fringe of ill-mated or erratic

or discredited women the London world possesses. The thing had long

ago ceased to be a matter of magic or mystery, and had become a

question of appetites and excitement, and among other things the

excitement of not being found out.

I write rather doubtfully of my growing during this period. Indeed

I find it hard to judge whether I can say that I grew at all in any

real sense of the word, between three and twenty and twenty-seven.

It seems to me now to have been rather a phase of realisation and

clarification. All the broad lines of my thought were laid down, I

am sure, by the date of my Locarno adventure, but in those five

years I discussed things over and over again with myself and others,

filled out with concrete fact forms I had at first apprehended

sketchily and conversationally, measured my powers against my ideals

and the forces in the world about me. It was evident that many men

no better than myself and with no greater advantages than mine had

raised themselves to influential and even decisive positions in the

worlds of politics and thought. I was gathering the confidence and

knowledge necessary to attack the world in the large ma

I could write, and that people would let me write if I chose, as one

having authority and not as the scribes. Socially and politically

and intellectually I knewmyself for an honest man, and that quite

without any deliberation on my part this showed and made things easy

for me. People trusted my goodfaith from the begi

that I came from nowhere and had no better position than any

adventurer.

But the growth process was arrested, I was nothing bigger at twenty-