'Something I heard at a Suffrage meeting.'
'Well, do you know, ever since that Sunday at the Freddys', when you told us about the Suffragettes, I—I've been curious about them.'
'You said nothing would ever induce you to listen to such people.'
'I know, and it's rather silly, but one says a thing like that on the spur of the moment, and then one is bound by it.'
'You mean one imagines one is bound.'
'Then, too, I've been in Scotland ever since; but I've often thought about you and what you said that day at the Freddys'!'
'And yet you've been a good deal absorbed——'
'You see,' the girl put on a pretty little air of superiority, 'it isn't as if the man I'm going to marry wasn't very broad-minded. He wants me to be intelligent about politics. Are those women holding meetings in London now as well as in the constituencies?'
They both became aware at the same moment that Lord John was coming slowly down the last steps, with Stonor still more slowly following, talking Land Tenure. As Miss Levering rose and hurriedly turned over the things on the table to look for her veil, the handkerchief she had shut in her little Italian book dropped out. A further shifting of plans and papers sent it unobserved to the floor. Jean put once more the question that had remained unanswered.