never cease to run in his veins, or to lie deeply and
calmly in her cheeks. Their eyes at the present moment were brighter
than usual, and wore the peculiar expression of pleasure and
self-confidence which is seen in the eyes of athletes, for they had been
playing tennis, and they were both first-rate at the game.

Evelyn had not spoken, but she had been looking from Susan to Rachel.
Well--they had both made up their minds very easily, they had done in a
very few weeks what it sometimes seemed to her that she would never be
able to do. Although they were so different, she thought that she could
see in each the same look of satisfaction and completion, the same
calmness of manner, and the same slowness of movement. It was that
slowness, that confidence, that content which she hated, she thought to
herself. They moved so slowly because they were not single but double,
and Susan was attached to Arthur, and Rachel to Terence, and for the
sake of this one man they had renounced all other men, and movement, and
the real things of life. Love was all very well, and those snug domestic
houses, with the kitchen below and the nursery above, which were so
secluded and self-contained, like little islands in the torrents of the
world; but the real things were surely the things that happened, the
causes, the wars, the ideals, which happened in the great world outside,
and went so independently of these women, turning so quietly and
beautifully towards the men. She looked at them sharply. Of course
they were happy and content, but there must be better things than that.
Surely one could get nearer to life, one could get more out of life,
one could enjoy more and feel more than they would ever do. Rachel in
particular looked so young--what could she know of life? She became
restless, and getting up, crossed over to sit beside Rachel. She
reminded her that she had promised to join her club.

"The bother is," she went on, "that I mayn't be able to start work
seriously till October. I've just had a letter from a friend of mine
whose brother is in business in Moscow. They want me to stay with them,
and as they're in the thick of all the conspiracies and anarchists, I've
a good mind to stop on my way home. It sounds too thrilling." She wanted
to make Rachel see how thrilling it was. "My friend knows a girl of
fifteen who's been sent to Siberia for life merely because they caught
her addressing a letter to an anarchist. And the letter wasn't f