But Socialism, as a system, will not come in our generation.

What we have to think for is the transition period.

The Cravens had never seen that, but Marcella saw it.

She began to feel herself a person of larger experience than they.
As she undressed, it seemed to her as though she still felt the clinging hands of the Hurd children round her knees, and through them, symbolised by them, the suppliant touch of hundreds of other helpless creatures.
She was just dropping to sleep when her own words to Aldous Raeburn flashed across her,-- "Everybody is so ready to take charge of other people's lives, and look at the result!" She must needs laugh at herself, but it made little matter.

She fell asleep cradled in dreams.