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» ’ Or ~ things stuck hopelessly between them, Elizabeth said that she was very unhappy, and that nobody un- derstood her but Denton, and that when she was away from him she was wretched; and Denton said that his heart longed for her day and night. And they met as often as they could to enjoy the discus- sion of their sorrows. They met one day at their little seat upon the flying stage. The precise site of this meeting was where in Victorian times the road from Wimbledon came out upon the common, They were, however, five hundred feet above that point. Their seat looked far over London. To convey the appearance of it all to a nineteenth-century reader would have been difficult. One would have had to tell him to think of the Crystal Palace, of the newly built “mammoth” hotels—as those little affairs were called—of the larger railway stations of his time, and to imagine such buildings enlarged to vast proportions and run together and continuous over the whole metropolitan area. If then he was told that this continuous roof- space bore a huge forest of rotating wind-wheels, he would have begun very dimly to appreciate what to these young people was the commonest sight in their lives. To their eyes it had something of the quality of a prison, and they were talking, as they had talked a hundred times before, of how they might escape from it and be at last happy together: escape from it, that is, before the appointed three years were at an end. It was, they both agreed, not only impossible but almost wicked, to wait three years. “Before that,” said Denton—and the notes of his voice told of a ws ~~ ° = Sj splendid chest—‘“we might both be dead! pr? Their vigorous young hands had to grip at this, and then Elizabeth had a still more poignant thought that brought the tears from her wholesome eyes and down her healthy cheeks. “One of us,” she said, “one of us might be—” She choked; she could not say the word that is so terrible to the young and happy. Yet to marry and be very poor in the cities of that time was—for any one who had lived pleasantly—a very dreadful thing. In the old agricultural days that had drawn to an end in the eighteenth century there had been a pretty proverb of love in a cottage; and indeed in those days the poor of the countryside had dwelt in flower-covered, diamond-windowed cot- tages of thatch and plaster, with the sweet air and earth about them, amidst tangled hedges and the song of birds, and with the ever-changing sky overhead. But all this had changed (the change was already be- ginning in the nineteenth century), and a new sort of life was opening for the poor—in the lower quar- ters of the city. _ In the nineteenth century the lower quarters were still beneath the sky; they were areas of land on - clay or other unsuitable soil, liable to floods or ex- posed to the smoke of more fortunate districts, in- = caificiently supplied with water, and as insanitary as the great fear of infectious diseases felt by the _ wealthier classes permitted. In the twenty-second : _ century, however, the growth of the city story above =e tory, and the coalescence of buildings, had led to a _ different arrangentent. The prosperous people lived Ss of un hotel al pag things we have, things N the refinement of life and manners these lower classes differed little from their ancestors, the Ieast-enders of Queen Victoria’s time; but they had developed a distinct dialect of their own. In these under ways they lived and died, rarely ascending to the surface except when work took them there. Since for most oi them this was the sort of life to which they had been born, they found no great misery in such circumstances; but for people like Denton and Elizabeth, such a plunge would have seemed more terrible than death. “And yet what else is there?” asked Elizabeth. Denton professed not to know. Apart from his own feeling of delicacy, he was not sure how Eliza- beth would like the idea of borrowing on the strength of her expectations. The passage from London to Paris even, said Elizabeth, was beyond their means; and in Paris, as in any other city in the world, life would be just as costly and impossible as in London. Well might Denton cry aloud: lived in those days, dearest! If only we had lived in the past!” For to their eyes even nineteenth-cen- tury Whitechapel was seen through a mist of romance. “Is there nothing?” cried Elizabeth, suddenly weeping. “Must we really wait for those three long years? Fancy three years—six-and-thirty months.” The human capacity for patience had not grown with the ages. Then suddenly Denton was moved to speak of something that had already flickered across his mind. He had hit upon it at last. It seemed to him so wild a suggestion that he made it only half seriously. But to put a thing into words has ever a way of making it seem more real and possible than it seemed before. And so it was with him, “Suppose,” he said, “we went into the country ?” She looked at him to see if he was serious in proposing such an adventure, “The country ?” “Yes—beyond there. “If only we had Beyond the hills.” “How could we live?’ she said. “Where could we live?” “It is not impossible,” he said. ‘People used to live in the country,” “But then there were houses.” “There are the ruins of villages and towns now. On the clay lands they are gone, of course. But they are still left on the grazing land, because it does not pay the Food Company to remove them. I know that—for certain. Besides, one sees nee from the flying machines, you know. Well, might shelter in some one of these, and repair it ‘with our hands. Do you know, the thing i is not so wild as it seems. Some of the men who go out every day to look after the crops and herds might be paid to bring us food. She stood in front of him. “How strange it would be if one really could .. .” “Why not?” “But no one dares.” oe ree “That is no reason.’ “Why not possible [cate bewree aeeninn = “There are so many tings. _ Think of all that Id | dy “Tt would on it would be so romantic and SiPnECS If only it were possible.” — > = —— = S—