“ You don’t take Callcott and his politics seriously, do you?” she said to him at evening.
“ Yes,” he said, rather hesitatingly.
“ But what does he want?”
“ To have another sort of government for the Commonwealth—with a sort of Dictator: not the democratic vote-cadging sort.”
“ But what does that matter to you?”
“ It does matter. If you can start a new life-form.”
“ You know quite well you say yourself life doesn’t start with a form. It starts with a new feeling, and ends with a form.”
“ I know. But I think there is a new feeling.”
“ In Callcott?” She had a very sceptical intonation.
“ Yes.”
“ I very much doubt it. He’s a returned war hero, and he wants a chance of keeping on being a hero—or something like that.”
“ But even that is a new feeling,”
