little crowing sound of triumph.

'I'm so glad!' she cried, with unspeakable relief.

'So am I,' he said. 'But I'm thinking we'd better get out of our
responsibilities as quick as we can.'

'What responsibilities?' she asked, wondering.

'We must drop our jobs, like a shot.'

A new understanding dawned into her face.

'Of course,' she said, 'there's that.'

'We must get out,' he said. 'There's nothing for it but to get out,
quick.'

She looked at him doubtfully across the table.

'But where?' she said.

'I don't know,' he said. 'We'll just wander about for a bit.'

Again she looked at him quizzically.

'I should be perfectly happy at the Mill,' she said.

'It's very near the old thing,' he said. 'Let us wander a bit.'

His voice could be so soft and happy-go-lucky, it went through her
veins like an exhilaration. Nevertheless she dreamed of a valley, and
wild gardens, and peace. She had a desire too for splendour--an
aristocratic extravagant splendour. Wandering seemed to her like
restlessness, dissatisfaction.

'Where will you wander to?' she asked.

'I don't know. I feel as if I would just meet you and we'd set
off--just towards the distance.'

'But where can one go?' she asked anxiously. 'After all, there is only
the world, and none of it is very distant.'

'Still,' he said, 'I should like to go with you--nowhere. It would be
rather wandering just to nowhere. That's the place to get to--nowhere.
One wants to wander away from the world's somewheres, into our own
nowhere.'

Still she meditated.

'You see, my love,' she said, 'I'm so afraid that while we are only
people, we've got to take the world that's given--because there isn't
any other.'

'Yes there is,' he said. 'There's somewhere where we can be
free--somewhere where one needn't wear much clothes--none even--where
one meets a few people who have gone through enough, and can take
things for granted--where you be yourself, without bothering. There is
somewhere--there are one or two people--'

'But where--?' she sighed.

'Somewhere--anywhere. Let's wander off. That's the thing to do--let's
wander off.'

'Yes--' she said, thrilled at the thought of travel. But to her it was
only travel.

'To be free,' he said. 'To be free, in a free place, with a few other
people!'

'Yes,' she said wistfully. Those 'few other people' depressed her.

'It isn't really a locality, though,' he said. 'It's a perfected
relation between you and me, and