and term will soon be here

We have taken our lunch out several days. Old Alice is as young as ever,and asks after every one affectionately. The days pass very quickly,and term will soon be here. Political prospects _not_ good,I think privately, but do not like to damp Ellen's enthusiasm. 　　Lloyd George has taken the Bill up, but so have many before now,and we are where we are; but trust to find myself mistaken. 　　Anyhow, we have our work cut out for us. . . . Surely Meredithlacks the _human_ note one likes in W. W.?" she concluded, and wenton to discuss some questions of English literature which Miss Allanhad raised in her last letter. 　　At a little distance from Miss Allan, on a seat shaded and madesemi-private by a thick clump of palm trees, Arthur and Susanwere reading each other's letters. The big slashing manuscriptsof hockey-playing young women in Wiltshire lay on Arthur's knee,while Susan deciphered tight little legal hands which rarely filledmore than a page, and always conveyed the same impression of jocularand breezy goodwill. 　　"I do hope Mr. Hutchinson will like me, Arthur," she said, looking up. 　　"Who's your loving Flo?" asked Arthur. 　　"Flo Graves--the girl I told you about, who was engaged to thatdreadful Mr. Vincent," said Susan. "Is Mr. Hutchinson married?"she asked. 　　Already her mind was busy with benevolent plans for her friends,or rather with one magnificent plan--which was simple too--they were all to get married--at once--directly she got back. 　　Marriage, marriage that was the right thing, the only thing,the solution required by every one she knew, and a great part ofher meditations was spent in tracing every instance of discomfort,loneliness, ill-health, unsatisfied ambition, restlessness, eccentricity,taking things up and dropping them again, public speaking,and philanthropic activity on the part of men and particularlyon the part of women to the fact that they wanted to marry,were trying to marry, and had not succeeded in getting married.