‘I may have to take a house for a time now and then,’ he said.
‘In London?’
He nodded.
‘I mustn’t forget you, you see, Princess. Of course you’ll come here sometimes, but that’s not much good. In London I dare say I can get you to know some of the right kind of people. I want Adela to be thick with the Westlakes; then your chance’ll come. See, old woman?’
Alice, too, dreamed.
‘I wonder you don’t want me to marry a Socialist working man,’ she said presently, as if twitting him playfully.
‘You don’t understand. One of the things we aim at is to remove the distinction between classes. I want you to marry one of those they call gentlemen. And you shall too, Alice!’
‘Well, but I’m not a working girl now, Dick.’
He laughed, and said it was time to go to bed.
The same evening conversation continued to a late hour between Hubert Eldon and his mother. Hubert was returning to London the next morning.