It is perhaps excuseable that this communication did not cause the doctor to shine with added lustre in Rosamund’s thoughts, or ennoble the young lady.
“You are not relatives, then?” she said.
“No, unless love can make us so.”
“Not blood-relatives?”
“No.”
“Is he not very... extreme?”
“He is very sincere.”
“I presume you are a politician?”
Miss Denham smiled. “Could you pardon me, madam, if I said that I was?” The counter-question was a fair retort enfolding a gentler irony. Rosamund felt that she had to do with wits as well as with vivid feminine intuitions in the person of this Miss Denham.
She said, “I really am of opinion that our sex might abstain from politics.”