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Updated: June 11, 2025
I wrote to Jukie that evening and told him I had warned Arthur, who apparently knew already what was being said, but didn't seem to be contemplating taking any steps about it. So that was that. Or so I thought at the time. But it wasn't. For twenty-four hours I had believed that he had perhaps killed Oliver Hobart. Now, suddenly I didn't.
Yet there was something.... They both loved success. Perhaps that was it. The vulgarian touch. I felt it the more clearly in them because of Juke at my side. And yet Jukie too ... Only he would always be awake to it on his guard, not capitulating. Jane came round with me after the meeting to the Fact office, to go through some stuff she was writing for us about the meeting.
I knew he was trying to think out some problem, and I supposed I knew what it was. But I couldn't account then for his extreme unhappiness. At last he said, 'Katherine. This is a mess. I can't tell you about it, but it is a mess. Jane and I are in a mess.... Oh, you've guessed, haven't you, about Jane and me? Juke guessed. 'Yes. I guessed that before Jukie did.
'You're in love, Juke repeated. 'You mayn't know it, but you are. And you'll get deeper in every day, if you don't pull up. And then before you know where you are, there'll be the most ghastly mess. 'Don't trouble yourself, Jukie. There won't be a mess. Jane doesn't like messes. And I'm not quite a fool.
Probably Jukie had to cut some of it the evening he came round to Gough Square. I always like to see Jukie. He's entertaining, and knows about such queer things, that none of the rest of us know, and believes such incredible things, that none of the rest of us believe. Besides, like Arthur, he's all out on his job.
So did Jukie. 'I'm inclined now to think that K thought I had, that evening she came to see me. She was rather sick with me for letting you be accused. 'A regular Potter melodrama, said Gideon. 'It might be in one of your mother's novels or your father's papers. That just shows, Jane, how infectious a thing Potterism is. It invades the least likely homes, and upsets the least likely lives.
The under-dog is more excusable in its aims, but its methods aren't any more attractive. Juke can swallow it all. But Jukie has let his naturally clear head get muddled by a mediaeval form of religion. Religion is like love; it plays the devil with clear thinking. Juke pretended not to hate even Smillie's interview with the coal dukes. He applauded when Smillie quoted texts at them.
He hopes yet to wrest her as a brand from the burning. Katherine smiled at Juke's characteristic sanguineness. 'Jukie won't do that. If Jane means to do a thing she does it. Jane knows what she wants. 'And she wants Hobart? I pondered it, turning it over, still puzzled. 'She wants Hobart, Katherine agreed. 'And all that Hobart will let her in to. 'The Daily Haste?
He deserved to; Arthur told me that he had persistently refused promotion because he wanted to go on living with the men; and that's not a soft job, from all accounts, especially for a clean and over-fastidious person like Jukie. Of course he's very popular, because he's very attractive. And, of course, it's spoilt him a little.
After all, the country didn't have to fight the thing through for very long, and there were no murders, for the strike ended on October the 5th. That same week, Jukie came in to see me. Jukie doesn't often come, because his evenings are apt to be full. A parson's work seems to be like a woman's, never done. From 8 to 11 p.m. seems to be one of the great times for doing it.
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