“Such rot! Do I look too nice to care whether working women and outcast women are fairly treated or not?”
“That’s only the bluff of the movement. What they really want is power and notoriety.”
Hal tossed her head.
“You’re a positive worm,” she told him frankly.
Again his engaging laugh rang out.
“That’s a nice thing to say to a man who has brought you all the way from Millington to London, and helped you out of a tight corner.”
The white teeth gleamed suddenly.
“I’ll qualify it if you like, and call you a cross between a worm and a brick.”
“Not good enough. I won’t pass the worm at all. If you don’t retract it wholly I shall put you down at the first tram, and let you get back to Bloomsbury on your own.”
“I’ll retract, if you’ll tell me who you are.”