"Votes for Women?" asked Carrington, who found Sophy very amusing, since she knew little and asserted much.
"Of course. What other Movement is there?"
"Well, you see, Miss Tollart, Women's Rebellion isn't the only pebble on the beach. Humanity has other interests also."
"Then it shouldn't have," retorted Sophy daringly. "Until women have votes, the world will never be put right."
"Things have gone on very well so far," ventured Rupert, only to be crushed.
"How can you say so, Mr. Hendle, when there's nothing but war and bankruptcy, and silly football matches, and smart society, and----"
"Sophy! Sophy! that's enough to go on with," cried Dorinda, smiling. "Don't give us too much to think about."
"You never think at all, Dorinda. You are fainthearted about our votes."
"I don't think you'll get them by destroying property and having hunger strikes," replied Dorinda, with a shrug. "What do you say, Kit?"
Kit blushed and wriggled, for Sophy's eye was on him. "I don't say anything you know. I never do. The motor business takes up all my attention." Then he hurriedly changed the subject, lest his lady-love should fall foul of him for his shirking. "I hope Sophy will gain her ends easier in Australia."