“Well!” he said at last. “I agree to anything. The world is a raving idiot, and no man can kill it: though I’ll do my best. But you’re right. We must rescue ourselves as best we can.”

He looked in humiliation, anger, weariness and misery at Connie.

“Ma lass!” he said. “The world’s goin’ to put salt on thy tail.”

“Not if we don’t let it,” she said.

She minded this conniving against the world less than he did.