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doesn’t read anything I write. She never comes to hear me lecture. I am out of it as far as Savvy is concerned. He resumes his seat at the writing-table. Conrad I must have a talk to her. Franklyn Perhaps she will listen to you. You are not her father. Conrad I sent her my last book. I can break the ice by asking her what she made of it. Franklyn When she heard you were coming, she asked me whether all the leaves were cut, in case it fell into your hands. She hasn’t read a word of it. Conrad Rising indignantly. What! Franklyn Inexorably. Not a word of it. Conrad Beaten. Well, I suppose it’s only natural. Biology is a dry subject for a girl; and I am a pretty dry old codger. He sits down again resignedly. Franklyn Brother: if that is so; if biology as you have worked at it, and religion as I have worked at it, are dry subjects like the old stuff they taught under these names, and we two are dry old codgers, like the old preachers and professors, then The Gospel of the Brothers Barnabas is a delusion. Unless this withered thing religion, and this dry thing science, have come alive in our hands, alive and intensely interesting, we may just as well go out and dig the garden until it is time to dig our graves. The parlor maid returns. Franklyn is impatient at the interruption. Well? what is it now? The Parlor Maid Mr. Joyce Burge on the telephone, sir. He wants to speak to you. Franklyn Astonished. Mr. Joyce Burge! The Parlor Maid Yes, sir. Franklyn To Conrad. What on earth does this mean? I haven’t heard from him nor exchanged a word with him for years. I resigned the chairmanship of the Liberal Association and shook the dust of party politics from my feet before he was Prime Minister in the Coalition. Of course, he dropped me like a hot potato. Conrad Well, now that the Coalition has chucked him out, and he is only one of the half-dozen leaders of the Opposition, perhaps he wants to pick you up again. The Parlor Maid Warningly. He is holding the line, sir. Franklyn Yes: all right. He hurries out. The parlor maid goes to the hearthrug to make up the fire. Conrad rises and strolls to the middle of the room, where he stops and looks quizzically down at her. Conrad So you have only one life to live, eh? The Parlor Maid Dropping on her knees in consternation. I meant no offence, sir. Conrad You didn’t give any. But you know you could live a devil of a long life if you really wanted to. The Parlor Maid Sitting down on her heels. Oh, don’t say that, sir. It’s so unsettling. Conrad Why? Have you been thinking about it? The Parlor Maid It would never have come into my head if you hadn’t put it there, sir. Me and cook had a look at your book. Conrad

What!

You and cook
Had a look
At my book!

And my niece wouldn’t open it! The prophet is without honor in his own family. Well, what do you think of living for several hundred years? Are you going to have a try for it?

The Parlor Maid Well, of course you’re not in earnest, sir. But it does set one thinking, especially when one is going to be married. Conrad What has that to do with it? He may live as long as you, you know. The Parlor Maid That’s just it, sir. You see, he must take me for better for worse, till death do us part. Do you think he would be so ready to do that, sir, if he thought it might be for several hundred years? Conrad That’s true. And what about yourself? The Parlor Maid Oh, I tell you straight out, sir, I’d never promise to live with the same man as long as that. I wouldn’t put up with my own children as long as that. Why, cook figured it out, sir, that when you were only 200, you might marry your own great-great-great-great-great-great-grandson and not even know who he was. Conrad Well, why not? For all you know, the man you are going to marry may be your great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother’s great-great-great-great-great-great-grandson. The Parlor Maid But do you think it would ever be thought respectable, sir? Conrad My good girl, all biological necessities have to be made respectable whether we like it or not; so you needn’t worry yourself about that. Franklyn returns and crosses the room to his chair, but does not sit down. The parlor maid goes out. Conrad Well, what does Joyce Burge want? Franklyn Oh, a silly misunderstanding. I have promised to address a meeting in Middlesborough; and some fool has put it into the papers that I am “coming to Middlesborough,” without any explanation. Of course, now that we are on the eve of a general election, political people think I am coming there to contest the parliamentary seat. Burge knows that I have a following, and thinks I could get into the House of Commons and head a group there. So he insists on coming to see me. He is staying with some people at Dollis Hill, and can be here in five or ten minutes, he says. Conrad But didn’t you tell him that it’s a false alarm? Franklyn Of course I did; but he won’t believe me. Conrad Called you a liar, in fact? Franklyn No: I wish he had: any sort of plain speaking is better than the nauseous sham good fellowship our democratic public men get up for shop use. He pretends to believe me, and assures me his visit is quite disinterested; but why should he come if he has no axe to grind? These chaps never believe anything they say themselves; and naturally they cannot believe anything anyone else says. Conrad Rising. Well, I shall clear out. It was hard enough to stand the party politicians before the war; but now that