“They might, some time,” said Aaron, rather indifferent.
“I wish they would!” cried Josephine. “My, wouldn't I love it if they'd make a bloody revolution!”
They were all looking now at her. Her black brows were twitching, in her black and silver dress she looked like a symbol of young disaster.
“Must it be bloody, Josephine?” said Robert.
“Why, yes. I don't believe in revolutions that aren't bloody,” said Josephine. “Wouldn't I love it! I'd go in front with a red flag.”
“It would be rather fun,” said Tanny.
“Wouldn't it!” cried Josephine.
“Oh, Josey, dear!” cried Julia hysterically. “Isn't she a red-hot Bolsher! I should be frightened.”
“No!” cried Josephine. “I should love it.”
“So should I,” said Jim, in a luscious sort of voice. “What price machine-guns at the end of the Strand! That's a day to live for, what?”