Somehow I don't fancy doing it.

So I do my ten hours a day, and have evenings and Sundays for the things I like." "Doesn't Estelle try to spur you on ?" "She used to, but she soon came round to my point of view.

She saw what I meant, and she hasn't, any more than I, the fancy for stealing time from being somebody, to use it in making fools think and say you're somebody, when you ain't." "It'd be a queer world if everybody were like you." "It'd be a queer world if everybody were like any particular person," retorted Lorry.
Arthur's mind continually returned to this story, to revolve it, to find some new suggestion as to what was stupid or savage or silly in the present social system, as to what would be the social system of to-morrow, which is to to-day's as to-day's is to yesterday's; for Lorry and Dr.Schulze and Madelene and his own awakened mind had lifted him out of the silly current notion that mankind is never going to grow any more, but will wear its present suit of social clothes forever, will always creep and totter and lisp, will never learn to walk and to talk.
He was in the habit of passing Estelle's shop twice each day--early in the morning, when she was opening, again when the day's business was over; and he had often fancied he could see in her evening expression how the tide of trade had gone.

Now, he thought he could tell whether it was to be one of Lorry's evenings or not.

He understood why she had so eagerly taken up Henrietta Hastings's suggestion, made probably with no idea that anything would come of it--Henrietta was full of schemes, evolved not for action, but simply to pass the time and to cause talk in the town.