XXII
As they left the house an hour later, walking down the path slowly, shoulder to shoulder, she said:
"Mr. Brown, I want you to like that house."
A sudden and subtly hideous idea glided into his brain.
"You don't believe in suffragettes, do you?" he said, forcing a hollow laugh.
"Why, I am one. Didn't you know it?"
"You!"
"Certainly. Goodness! how you did run! But," she added with innocent satisfaction, "I think I have secured every bit as good a one as the one Gladys chased out of a tree with her horrid marmoset."
