ue Bird。 You remember the scene where the spirits of the children are waiting to go down to earth and be made into babies？ Someone had stuck up a notice at the entrance to the gangway： 'Don't get born。 It only means worry。'〃
Flossie had her dwelling…place in a second floor bed…sitting…room of a lodging house in Queen's Square； Bloomsbury； but the drawing… room floor being for the moment vacant； Flossie had persuaded her landlady to let her give her party there； it seemed as if fate approved of the idea。 The room was fairly full when Joan arrived。 Flossie took her out on the landing； and closed the door behind them。
〃You will be honest with me； won't you？〃 pleaded Flossie； 〃because it's so important； and I don't seem able to think for myself。 As they say； no man can be his own solicitor； can he？ Of course I like him； and all thatvery much。 And I really believe he loves me。 We were children together when Mummy was alive； and then he had to go abroad； and has only just come back。 Of course； I've got to think of him； too； as he says。 But then； on the other hand； I don't want to make a mistake。 That would be so terrible； for both of us； and of course I am clever； and there was poor Mummy and Daddy。 I'll tell you all about them one day。 It was so awfully sad。 Get him into a corner and talk to him。 You'll be able to judge in a moment； you're so wonderful。 He's quiet on the outside； but I think there's depth in him。 We must go in now。〃
She had talked so rapidly Joan felt as if her hat were being blown away。 She had difficulty in recognizing Flossie。 All the cock… sure pertness had departed。 She seemed just a kid。
Joan promised faithfully； and Flossie； standing on tiptoe； suddenly kissed her and then bustled her in。
Flossie's young man was standing near the fire talking； or rather listening； to a bird…like little woman in a short white frock and blue ribbons。 A sombre lady just behind her； whom Joan from the distance took to be her nurse； turned out to be her secretary； whose duty it was to be always at hand； prepared to take down any happy idea that might occur to the bird…like little woman in the course of conversation。 The bird…like little woman was Miss Rose Tolley； a popular novelist。 She was explaining to Flossie's young man； whose name was Sam Halliday； the reason for her having written 〃Running Waters；〃 her latest novel。
〃It is daring；〃 she admitted。 〃I must be prepared for opposition。 But it had to be stated。〃
〃I take myself as typical；〃 she continued。 〃When I was twenty I could have loved you。 You were the type of man I did love。〃
Mr。 Halliday； who had been supporting the weight of his body upon his right leg； transferred the burden to his left。
〃But now I'm thirty…five； and I couldn't love you if I tried。〃 She shook her curls at him。 〃It isn't your fault。 It is that I have changed。 Suppose I'd married you？〃
〃Bit of bad luck for both of us；〃 suggested Mr。 Halliday。
〃A tragedy；〃 Miss Tolley corrected him。 〃There are millions of such tragedies being enacted around us at this moment。 Sensitive women compelled to suffer the embraces of men that they have come to loathe。 What's to be done？〃
Flossie； who had been hovering impatient； broke in。
〃Oh； don't you believe her；〃 she advised Mr。 Halliday。 〃She loves you still。 She's only teasing you。 This is Joan。〃
She introduced her。 Miss Tolley bowed； and allowed herself to be drawn away by a lank…haired young man who had likewise been waiting for an opening。 He represented the Uplift Film Association of Chicago； and was wishful to know if Miss Tolley would consent to altering the last chapter and so providing 〃Running Waters〃 with a happy ending。 He pointed out the hopelessness of it in its present form； for film purposes。
The discussion was brief。 〃Then I'll send your agent the contract to…morrow；〃 Joan overheard him say a minute later。
Mr。 Sam Halliday she liked at once。 He was a clean…shaven； square… jawed young man； with quiet eyes and a pleasant voice。
〃Try and find me brainy；〃 he whispered to her； as soon as Flossie was out of earshot。 〃Talk to me about China。 I'm quite intelligent on China。〃
They both laughed； and then shot a guilty glance in Flossie's direction。
〃Do the women really crush their feet？〃 asked Joan。
〃Yes；〃 he answered。 〃All those who have no use for them。 About one per cent。 of the population。 To listen to Miss Tolley you would think that half the women wanted a new husband every ten years。 It's always the one per cent。 that get themselves talked about。 The other ninety…nine are too busy。〃
〃You are young for a philosopher；〃 said Joan。
He laughed。 〃I told you I'd be all right if you started me on China；〃 he said。
〃Why are you marrying。 Flossie？〃 Joan asked him。 She thought his point of view would be interesting。
〃Not sure I am yet；〃 he answered with a grin。 〃It depends upon how I get through this evening。〃 He glanced round the room。 〃Have I got to pass all this crowd； I wonder？〃 he added。
Joan's eyes followed。 It was certainly an odd collection。 Flossie； in her hunt for brains； had issued her invitations broadcast； and her fate had been that of the Charity concert。 Not all the stars upon whom she had most depended had turned up。 On the other hand not a single freak had failed her。 At the moment； the centre of the room was occupied by a gentleman and two ladies in classical drapery。 They were holding hands in an attitude suggestive of a bas…relief。 Joan remembered them； having seen them on one or two occasions wandering in the King's Road； Chelsea； still maintaining； as far as the traffic would allow； the bas… relief suggestion； and generally surrounded by a crowd of children； ever hopeful that at the next corner they would stop and do something really interesting。 They belonged to a society whose object was to lure the London public by the force of example towards the adoption of the early Greek fashions and the simpler Greek attitudes。 A friend of Flossie's had thrown in her lot with them； but could never be induced to abandon her umbrella。 They also； as Joan told herself； were reformers。 Near to them was a picturesque gentleman with a beard down to his waist whose 〃stunt〃… …as Flossie would have termed itwas hygienic clothing； it seemed to contain an undue proportion of fresh air。 There were ladies in coats and stand…up collars； and gentlemen with ringlets。 More than one of the guests would have been better； though perhaps not happier； for a bath。
〃I fancy that's the idea；〃 said Joan。 〃What will you do if you fail？ Go back to China？〃
〃Yes；〃 he answered。 〃And take her with me。 Poor little girl。〃
Joan rather resented his tone。
〃We are not all alike；〃 she remarked。 〃Some of us are quite sane。〃
He looked straight into her eyes。 〃You are；〃 he said。 〃I have been reading your articles。 They are splendid。 I'm going to help。〃
〃How can you？〃 she said。 〃I mean； how will you？〃
〃Shipping is my business；〃 he said。 〃I'm going to help sailor men。 See that they have somewhere decent to go to； and don't get robbed。 And then there are the Lascars； poor devils。 Nobody ever takes their part。〃
〃How did you come across them？〃 she asked。 〃The articles； I mean。 Did Flo give them to you？〃
〃No；〃 he answered。 〃Just chance。 Caught sight of your photo。〃
〃Tell me；〃 she said。 〃If it had been the photo of a woman with a bony throat and a beaky nose would you have read them？〃
He thought a moment。 〃Guess not；〃 he answered。 〃You're just as bad；〃 he continued。 〃Isn't it the pale…faced young clergyman with the wavy hair and the beautiful voice that you all flock to hear？ No getting away from nature。 But it wasn't only that。〃 He hesitated。
〃I want to know；〃 she said。
〃You looked so young；〃 he answered。 〃I had always had the idea that it was up to the old people to put the world to rightsthat all I had to do was to look after myself。 It came to me suddenly while you were talking to meI mean while I was reading you： that if you were worrying yourself about it； I'd got to come in； too that it would be mean of me not to。 It wasn't like being preached to。 It was somebody calling for help。〃
Instinctively she held out her hand and he grasped it。
Flossie came up at the same instant。 She wanted to introduce him to Miss Lavery； who had just arrived。
〃Hullo！〃 she said。 〃Are you two concluding a bargain？〃
〃Yes；〃 said Joan。 〃We are founding the League of Youth。 You've got to be in it。 We are going to establish branches all round the world。〃
Flossie's young man was whisked away。 Joan； who had seated herself in a small chair； was alone for a few minutes。
Miss Tolley had chanced upon a Human Document； with the help of which she was hopeful of starting a 〃Press Controversy〃 concerning the morality； or otherwise； of 〃Running Waters。〃 The secretary stood just behind her； taking notes。 They had drifted quite close。 Joan could not help overhearing。
〃It always seemed to me immoral； the marriage ceremony；〃 the Human Document was explaining。 She was a thin； sallow woman； with an untidy head and restless eyes that seemed to be always seeking something to look at and never finding it。 〃How can we pledge the future？ To bind oneself to live with a man when perhaps we have ceased to care for him； it's hideous。〃
Miss Tolley murmured agreement。
〃Our love was beautiful；〃 continued the Human Document； eager； apparently； to relate her experience for the common good； 〃just because it was a free gift。 We were not fettered to one another。 At any moment either of us could have walked out of the house。 The idea never occurred to us； not for yearsfive； to be exact。〃
The secretary； at a sign from Miss Tolley； made a memorandum of it。
〃And then did your feelings towards him change suddenly？〃 questioned Miss Tolley。
〃No；〃 explained the Human Document； in the same quick； even tones； 〃so far as I was concerned； I was not conscious of any alteration in my own attitude。 But he felt the need of more solitudefor his development。 We parted quite good friends。〃
〃Oh；〃 said Miss Tolley。 〃And were there any children？〃
〃Only two；〃 answered the Human Document； 〃both girls。〃
〃What has become of them？〃 persisted Mi