"Changing?
By gum! It's got to change! This d--d pluto-aristocratic ideal! The weed's so grown up that it's choking us.
Yes, Miss Freeland, whether from inside or out I don't know yet, but there's a blazing row coming.

Things are going to be made new before long." Under his thumps the little plates had begun to rattle and leap.

And Nedda thought: 'I DO like him.' But she said anxiously: "You believe there's something to be done, then?
Derek is simply full of it; I want to feel like that, too, and I mean to." His face grew twinkly; he put out his hand.

And wondering a little whether he meant her to, Nedda timidly stretched forth her own and grasped it.
"I like you," he said.

"Love your cousin and don't worry." Nedda's eyes slipped into the distance.
"But I'm afraid for him.