good looks, at the boldness and abandon with which she talked to Jastro or exchanged sallies across the room.  The atmosphere of this tawdry resort, formerly frequented by shop girls and travelling salesmen, was magically transformed by the presence of this company, made bohemian, cosmopolitan, exhilarating.  And Janet, her face flushed, sat gazing at the scene, while Rolfe consulted the bill of fare and chose a beefsteak and French fried potatoes.  The apathetic waiter in the soiled linen jacket he addressed as “comrade.”  Janet protested when he ordered cocktails.

“You must learn to live, to relax, to enjoy yourself,” he declared.

But a horror of liquor held her firm in her refusal.  Rolfe drank his, and while they awaited the beefsteak she was silent, the prey of certain misgivings that suddenly assailed her.  Lise, she remembered, had sometimes mentioned this place, though preferring Gruber’s:  and she was struck by the contrast between this spectacle and the grimness of the strike these people had come to encourage and sustain, the conflict in the streets, the suffering in the tenements.  She glanced at Rolfe, noting the manner in which he smoked cigarettes, sensually, as though seeking to wring out of each all there was to be got before flinging it down and lighting another.  Again she was struck by the anomaly of a religion that had indeed enthusiasms, sacrifices perhaps, but no disciplines.  He threw it out in snatches, this religion, while relating the histories of certain persons in the room:  of Jastro, for instance, letting fall a hint to the effect that this evangelist and bliss Bond were dwelling together in more than amity.

“Then you don’t believe in marriage?” she demanded, suddenly.

Rolfe laughed.

“What is it,” he exclaimed, “but the survival of the system of property?  It’s slavery, taboo, a device upheld by the master class to keep women in bondage, in superstition, by inducing them to accept it as a decree of God.”

“Did the masters themselves ever respect it, or any other decrees of God they preached to the slaves?  Read history, and you will see.  They had their loves, their mistresses.  Read the newspapers, and you will find out whether they respect it to-day.  But they are very anxious to have you and me respect it and all the other Christian commandments, because they will prevent us from being discontented.  They say that we must be satisfied with the situation in this world in which God has placed us, and we shall have our reward in the next.”

She shivered slightly, not only at the ideas thus abruptly enunciated, but because it occurred to her that those others must be taking for granted a certain relationship between herself and Rolfe....  But presently, when the supper arrived, these feelings changed.  She was very hungry, and the effect of the food, of the hot coffee was to dispel her doubt and repugnance, to throw a glamour over the adventure, to restore to Rolfe’s arguments an exciting and alluring appeal.  And with renewed physical energy she began to experience once more a sense of fellowship with these free and daring spirits who sought to avenge her wrongs and theirs.