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and　varieties　and　dialects　the　backbone　of　our　party。　　So　far　as　I　

could　be　considered　as　representing　anything　in　the　House；　I　

pretended　to　sit　for　the　elements　of　HIM。　。　。　。







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For　a　time　I　turned　towards　the　Socialists。　　They　at　least　had　an　

air　of　coherent　intentions。　　At　that　time　Socialism　had　come　into　

politics　again　after　a　period　of　depression　and　obscurity；　with　a　

tremendous　ECLAT。　　There　was　visibly　a　following　of　Socialist　

members　to　Chris　Robinson；　mysteriously　uncommunicative　gentlemen　in　

soft　felt　hats　and　short　coats　and　square…toed　boots　who　replied　to　

casual　advances　a　little　surprisingly　in　rich　North　Country　

dialects。　　Members　became　aware　of　a　〃seagreen　incorruptible；〃　as　

Colonel　Marlow　put　it　to　me；　speaking　on　the　Address；　a　slender　

twisted　figure　supporting　itself　on　a　stick　and　speaking　with　a　fire　

that　was　altogether　revolutionary。　　This　was　Philip　Snowden；　the　

member　for　Blackburn。　　They　had　come　in　nearly　forty　strong　

altogether；　and　with　an　air　of　presently　meaning　to　come　in　much　

stronger。　　They　were　only　one　aspect　of　what　seemed　at　that　time　a　

big　national　movement。　　Socialist　societies；　we　gathered；　were　

springing　up　all　over　the　country；　and　every　one　was　inquiring　about　

Socialism　and　discussing　Socialism。　　It　had　taken　the　Universities　

with　particular　force；　and　any　youngster　with　the　slightest　

intellectual　pretension　was　either　actively　for　or　brilliantly　

against。　　For　a　time　our　Young　Liberal　group　was　ostentatiously　

sympathetic。　。　。　。



When　I　think　of　the　Socialists　there　comes　a　vivid　memory　of　certain　

evening　gatherings　at　our　house。　。　。　。



These　gatherings　had　been　organised　by　Margaret　as　the　outcome　of　a　

discussion　at　the　Baileys'。　　Altiora　had　been　very　emphatic　and　

uncharitable　upon　the　futility　of　the　Socialist　movement。　　It　seemed　

that　even　the　leaders　fought　shy　of　dinner…parties。



〃They　never　meet　each　other；〃　said　Altiora；　〃much　less　people　on　the　

other　side。　　How　can　they　begin　to　understand　politics　until　they　do　

that？〃



〃Most　of　them　have　totally　unpresentable　wives；〃　said　Altiora；　

〃totally！〃　and　quoted　instances；　〃and　they　WILL　bring　them。　　Or　they　

won't　come！　　Some　of　the　poor　creatures　have　scarcely　learnt　their　

table　manners。　　They　just　make　holes　in　the　talk。　。　。　。〃



I　thought　there　was　a　great　deal　of　truth　beneath　Altiora's　

outburst。　　The　presentation　of　the　Socialist　case　seemed　very　

greatly　crippled　by　the　want　of　a　common　intimacy　in　its　leaders；　

the　want　of　intimacy　didn't　at　first　appear　to　be　more　than　an　

accident；　and　our　talk　led　to　Margaret's　attempt　to　get　acquaintance　

and　easy　intercourse　afoot　among　them　and　between　them　and　the　Young　

Liberals　of　our　group。　　She　gave　a　series　of　weekly　dinners；　

planned；　I　think；　a　little　too　accurately　upon　Altiora's　model；　and　

after　each　we　had　as　catholic　a　reception　as　we　could　contrive。



Our　receptions　were　indeed；　I　should　think；　about　as　catholic　as　

receptions　could　be。　　Margaret　found　herself　with　a　weekly　houseful　

of　insoluble　problems　in　intercourse。　　One　did　one's　best；　but　one　

got　a　nightmare　feeling　as　the　evening　wore　on。



It　was　one　of　the　few　unanimities　of　these　parties　that　every　one　

should　be　a　little　odd　in　appearance；　funny　about　the　hair　or　the　

tie　or　the　shoes　or　more　generally；　and　that　bursts　of　violent　

aggression　should　alternate　with　an　attitude　entirely　defensive。　　A　

number　of　our　guests　had　an　air　of　waiting　for　a　clue　that　never　

came；　and　stood　and　sat　about　silently；　mildly　amused　but　not　a　bit　

surprised　that　we　did　not　discover　their　distinctive　Open…Sesames。　　

There　was　a　sprinkling　of　manifest　seers　and　prophetesses　in　

shapeless　garments；　far　too　many；　I　thought；　for　really　easy　social　

intercourse；　and　any　conversation　at　any　moment　was　liable　to　become　

oracular。　　One　was　in　a　state　of　tension　from　first　to　last；　the　

most　innocent　remark　seemed　capable　of　exploding　resentment；　and　

replies　came　out　at　the　most　unexpected　angles。　　We　Young　Liberals　

went　about　puzzled　but　polite　to　the　gathering　we　had　evoked。　　The　

Young　Liberals'　tradition　is　on　the　whole　wonderfully　discreet；　

superfluous　steam　is　let　out　far　away　from　home　in　the　Balkans　or　

Africa；　and　the　neat；　stiff　figures　of　the　Cramptons；　Bunting　

Harblow；　and　Lewis；　either　in　extremely　well…cut　morning　coats　

indicative　of　the　House；　or　in　what　is　sometimes　written　of　as　

〃faultless　evening　dress；〃　stood　about　on　those　evenings；　they　and　

their　very　quietly　and　simply　and　expensively　dressed　little　wives；　

like　a　datum　line　amidst　lakes　and　mountains。



I　didn't　at　first　see　the　connection　between　systematic　social　

reorganisation　and　arbitrary　novelties　in　dietary　and　costume；　just　

as　I　didn't　realise　why　the　most　comprehensive　constructive　projects　

should　appear　to　be　supported　solely　by　odd　and　exceptional　

personalities。　　On　one　of　these　evenings　a　little　group　of　rather　

jolly…looking　pretty　young　people　seated　themselves　for　no　

particular　reason　in　a　large　circle　on　the　floor　of　my　study；　and　

engaged；　so　far　as　I　could　judge；　in　the　game　of　Hunt　the　Meaning；　

the　intellectual　equivalent　of　Hunt　the　Slipper。　　It　must　have　been　

that　same　evening　I　came　upon　an　unbleached　young　gentleman　before　

the　oval　mirror　on　the　landing　engaged　in　removing　the　remains　of　an　

anchovy　sandwich　from　his　protruded　tonguevisible　ends　of　cress　

having　misled　him　into　the　belief　that　he　was　dealing　with　

doctrinally　permissible　food。　　It　was　not　unusual　to　be　given　hand…

bills　and　printed　matter　by　our　guests；　but　there　I　had　the　

advantage　over　Lewis；　who　was　too　tactful　to　refuse　the　stuff；　too　

neatly　dressed　to　pocket　it；　and　had　no　writing…desk　available　upon　

which　he　could　relieve　himself　in　a　manner　flattering　to　the　giver。　　

So　that　his　hands　got　fuller　and　fuller。　　A　relentless；　compact　

little　woman　in　what　Margaret　declared　to　be　an　extremely　expensive　

black　dress　has　also　printed　herself　on　my　memory；　she　had　set　her　

heart　upon　my　contributing　to　a　weekly　periodical　in　the　lentil　

interest　with　which　she　was　associated；　and　I　spent　much　time　and　

care　in　evading　her。



Mingling　with　the　more　hygienic　types　were　a　number　of　Anti…Puritan　

Socialists；　bulging　with　bias　against　temperance；　and　breaking　out　

against　austere　methods　of　living　all　over　their　faces。　　Their　

manner　was　packed　with　heartiness。　　They　were　apt　to　choke　the　

approaches　to　the　little　buffet　Margaret　had　set　up　downstairs；　and　

there　engage　in　discussions　of　Determinismit　always　seemed　to　be　

Determinismwhich　became　heartier　and　noisier；　but　never　

acrimonious　even　in　the　small　hours。　　It　seemed　impossible　to　settle　

about　this　Determinism　of　theirsever。　　And　there　were　worldly　

Socialists　also。　　I　particularly　recall　a　large；　active；　buoyant；　

lady…killing　individual　with　an　eyeglass　borne　upon　a　broad　black　

ribbon；　who　swam　about　us　one　evening。　　He　might　have　been　a　

slightly　frayed　actor；　in　his　large　frock…coat；　his　white　waistcoat；　

and　the　sort　of　black　and　white　check　trousers　that　twinkle。　　He　had　

a　high…pitched　voice　with　aristocratic　intonations；　and　he　seemed　to　

be　in　a　perpetual　state　of　interrogation。　　〃What　are　we　all　he…a　

for？〃　he　would　ask　only　too　audibly。　　〃What　are　we　doing　he…a？　　

What's　the　connection？〃



What　WAS　the　connection？



We　made　a　special　effort　with　our　last　assembly　in　June；　1907。　　We　

tried　to　get　something　like　a　representative　collection　of　the　

parliamentary　leaders　of　Socialism；　the　various　exponents　of　

Socialist　thought　and　a　number　of　Young　Liberal　thinkers　into　one　

room。　　Dorvil　came；　and　Horatio　Bulch；　Featherstonehaugh　appeared　

for　ten　minutes　and　talked　charmingly　to　Margaret　and　then　vanished　

again；　there　was　Wilkins　the　novelist　and　Toomer　and　Dr。　Tumpany。　　

Chris　Robinson　stood　about　for　a　time　in　a　new　comforter；　and　

Magdeberg　and　Will　Pipes　and　five　or　six　Labour　members。　　And　on　our　

side　we　had　our　particular　little　group；　Bunting　Harblow；　Crampton；　

Lewis；　all　looking　as　broad…minded　and　open　to　conviction　as　they　

possibly　could；　and　even　occasionally　talking　out　from　their　bushes　

almost　boldly。　　But　the　gathering　as　a　whole　refused　either　to　

mingle　or　dispute；　and　as　an　experiment　in　intercourse　the　evening　

was　a　failure。　　Unexpected　dissociations　appeared　between　Socialists　

one　had　supposed　friendly。　　I　could　not　have　imagined　it　was　

possible　for　half　so　many　people　to　turn　their　backs　on　everybody　

else　in　such　small　rooms　as　ours。　　But　the　unsaid　things　those　backs　

expressed　broke　out；　I　remarked；　with　refreshed　virulence　in　the　

various　organs　of　the　various　sections　of　the　party　next　week。



I　talked；　I　rememher；　with　Dr。　Tumpany；　a　large　young　man　in　a　still　

larger　professional　frock…coat；　and　with　a　great　shock　of　very　fair　

hair；　who　was　candidate　for　some　North　Country　constituency