“It wasn’t anything of the slightest importance.”
“Selby-Harrison drew it up, I expect.”
“So she said. But it didn’t matter in the least. If it had been anything that tied us down I shouldn’t have signed it.”
“You would,” I said. “Whatever it was you’d have signed it.”
“She rather rushed me. She’s a most remarkable young woman. However that’s all the better for us. If she’s capable of rushing me,” Titherington’s chest swelled again as he spoke, “she’ll simply make hay of Vittie. It would be worth going to hear her heckling that beast on votes for women. Believe me, he won’t like it.”
“She had you at a disadvantage,” I said. “You hadn’t breakfasted.”
Titherington became suddenly thoughtful.
“I wish I knew more about ordinary law,” he said. “I’m all right on Corrupt Practices and that kind of thing, but I don’t know the phraseology outside of electioneering. Do you think a Jun. Soph. Ord. can be any process in a libel action?”
“It might be. Why do you ask?”
“Well, the paper I signed was a sort of agreement to indemnify them in case of proceedings for libel. I signed because I didn’t think a girl like that would be likely to say anything which Vittie would regard as a libel. He’s a thick-skinned hound.”