“You don’t take Callcott and his politics seriously, do you?” she said to him at evening.
“Yes,” he said, rather hesitatingly.
“But what does he want?”
“To have another sort of government for the Commonwealth—with a sort of Dictator: not the democratic vote-cadging sort.”
“But what does that matter to you?”
“It does matter. If you can start a new life-form.”
“You know quite well you say yourself life doesn’t start with a form. It starts with a new feeling, and ends with a form.”
“I know. But I think there is a new feeling.”
“In Callcott?” She had a very sceptical intonation.
“Yes.”