I don't believe in the humanity I pretend to be part of, I don't care a straw for the social ideals I live by, I hate the dying organic form of social mankind--so it can't be anything but trumpery, to work at education.

I shall drop it as soon as I am clear enough--tomorrow perhaps--and be by myself.' 'Have you enough to live on ?' asked Ursula.
'Yes--I've about four hundred a year.

That makes it easy for me.' There was a pause.
'And what about Hermione ?' asked Ursula.
'That's over, finally--a pure failure, and never could have been anything else.' 'But you still know each other ?' 'We could hardly pretend to be strangers, could we ?' There was a stubborn pause.
'But isn't that a half-measure ?' asked Ursula at length.
'I don't think so,' he said.

'You'll be able to tell me if it is.' Again there was a pause of some minutes' duration.

He was thinking.
'One must throw everything away, everything--let everything go, to get the one last thing one wants,' he said.
'What thing ?' she asked in challenge.
'I don't know--freedom together,' he said.
She had wanted him to say 'love.' There was heard a loud barking of the dogs below.