ds I do want central heating and a good
cook."
"May I come to dinner?" said Jim.
"Oh, yes. You'd find it rather domestic."
"Where do you live?"
"Rather far out now--Amersham."
"Amersham? Where's that--?"
"Oh, it's on the map."
There was a little lull. Jim gulped down a drink, standing at the
sideboard. He was a tall, fine, soldierly figure, and his face, with
its little sandy moustache and bald forehead, was odd. Aaron Sisson sat
watching him, unconsciously.
"Hello you!" said Jim. "Have one?"
Aaron shook his head, and Jim did not press him. It saved the drinks.
"You believe in love, don't you?" said Jim, sitting down near Aaron, and
grinning at him.
"Love!" said Aaron.
"LOVE! he says," mocked Jim, grinning at the company.
"What about it, then?" asked Aaron.
"It's life! Love is life," said Jim fiercely.
"It's a vice, like drink," said Lilly.
"Eh? A vice!" said Jim. "May be for you, old bird."
"More so still for you," said Lilly.
"It's life. It's life!" reiterated Jim. "Don't you agree?" He turned
wolfishly to Clariss.
"Oh, yes--every time--" she drawled, nonchalant.
"Here, let's write it down," said Lilly. He found a blue pencil and
printed in large letters on the old creamy marble of the mantel-piece
panel:--LOVE IS LIFE.
Julia suddenly rose and flung her arms asunder wildly.
"Oh, I hate love. I hate it," she protested.
Jim watched her sardonically.
"Look at her!" he said. "Look at Lesbia who hates love."
"No, but perhaps it is a disease. Perhaps we are all wrong, and we can't
love properly," put in Josephine.
"Have another try," said Jim,--"I know what love is. I've thought about
it. Love is the soul's respiration."
"Let's have that down," said Lilly.
LOVE IS THE SOUL'S RESPIRATION. He printed it on the old mantel-piece.
Jim eyed the letters.
"It's right," he said. "Quite right. When you love, your soul breathes
in. If you don't breathe in, you suffocate."
"What about breathing out?" said Robert. "If you don't breathe out, you
asphyxiate."
"Right you are, Mock Turtle--" said Jim maliciously.
"Breathing out is a bloody revolution," said Lilly.
"You've hit the nail on the head," said Jim solemnly.
"Let's record it then," said Lilly. And with the blue pencil he printed:
WHEN YOU LOVE, YOUR SOUL BREATHES IN--
WHEN YOUR SOUL BREATHES OUT, IT'S A BLOODY REVOLUTION.
"I say Jim," he said. "You must be busting yourself, trying to breathe
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