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She was roused by Benham's voice.
"What the deuce are you thinking of, Amanda?"
She turned her level eyes to his. "London," she said. "For you."
"I don't want London," he said.
"I thought you did. You ought to. I do."
"But to take a house! Make an invasion of London!"
"You dear old Cheetah, you can't be always frisking about in the
wilderness, staring at the stars."
"But I'm not going back to live in London in the old way, theatres,
dinner-parties, chatter--"
"Oh no! We aren't going to do that sort of thing. We aren't going
to join the ruck. We'll go about in holiday times all over the
world. I want to see Fusiyama. I mean to swim in the South Seas.
With you. We'll dodge the sharks. But all the same we shall have
to have a house in London. We have to be FELT there."
She met his consternation fairly. She lifted her fine eyebrows.
Her little face conveyed a protesting reasonableness.
"Well, MUSTN'T we?"
She added, "If we want to alter the world we ought to live in the
world."
Since last they had disputed the question she had thought out these
new phrases.


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