Part 37 (1/2)

”You think you are advanced because you are still unaware of anything but beasthood!”

Lawrence grinned complacently.

”I am always amused at the way men speak of beasts as if they were something base,” he said. ”'Beast' should not be a term of opprobrium.

The average dog or elephant, for example, is fairly wholesome and quite naturally proper in his fulfilment of instincts. It is more than one can say for men. Yes, I am a beast, if by that you you mean a physical being; and if humanity ever does get anywhere in quest for a soul I suspect it will have to start from that very admission.”

”Of course”--Philip hesitated a little--”we are animals in that sense.

But who can think of us as nothing more? Take Claire, for example. We both know her better than any one else. I could scarcely think of her as an animal, subject only to its instincts. Even allowing that she is a very intelligent animal, it isn't all or even the better part of her, any more than it is of any good woman.”

The speech was self-revealing, and Lawrence smiled.

”Now, it is strange,” he observed; ”that is precisely the way I should think of Claire if I wanted to see her in the best possible light, as the most splendidly intelligent, healthy animal I ever knew.”

”You are more insulting than you intend. I am glad that you do not mean to be,” Philip growled.

”Tra-la-la. I shouldn't insult her for a good deal.”

”Yet your att.i.tude is debasing,” Philip retorted.

”Oh, well, perhaps. She has my apology if she thinks so.”

”But you can't actually mean what you say,” Philip went on. ”Your att.i.tude would lead you to make a cave of your home, and a mere lair of your bed.”

”Which, by the way, very elaborately arranged, and embellished with thousands of psychological phases, products of the most highly specialized part of me, is exactly what my home would be.”

”Well, I certainly should deplore your household.”

”Go as far as you like. It ought to be a fairly comfortable home, with its basis on frankness, oughtn't it, Claire?”

Philip's eyes flashed.

Claire hesitated, fearing lest she provoke him further, and said cautiously: ”Yes, it ought to be based on frankness.”

”But frankness doesn't mean an att.i.tude of mind like that,” Philip protested.

”What does it mean?” Lawrence asked.

”It means an established order where love makes it possible for two beings to speak their thoughts freely one to the other,” Philip said, with the air of defining infinity.

”Does it? Well, if that is frankness by definition, I have known many women with whom I was in love, but neither they nor I knew it until this minute.”

Lawrence laughed. Philip flushed, shrugged his shoulders, and stood up.

”I thank goodness I do not see things as you do,” he said.

”Even the parable of the Pharisee has its modern aspect,” Lawrence murmured chucklingly.

Philip stood looking moodily across the lake, and fortunately did not catch his words.

”I think I shall walk a little,” he said coldly. ”I can't sleep until I have walked some of your conversation out of my soul.”