In the darkness, she did not see the quick gleam in his eyes, as he retorted:
“I don’t think many Cabinet Ministers have the luck to meet a breadwinner who is as attractive as she is clever.”
“And if they did,” sarcastically, “I suppose they would drop the notoriety yarn and find time to consider whether the working woman is treated fairly or not. The weakness in her defence at present seems solely that not enough pretty women make up her defenders. Bah! You all ought to have kittens to play with, and nanny goats and woolly lambs.”
“I don’t know why you include me. What have I done?”
“Well, if you’re going to Downing Street?”
“Why shouldn’t I be going to a dinner-party?”
She turned and glanced up with a daredevil light in her eyes that delighted him.
“I not only think you a member of Parliament, but, judging by your fatuous air of superiority, I should imagine you are positively a full-blown Cabinet Minister.”
He busied himself with his steering wheel, while little chuckles of enjoyment came out of his muffler.
“And supposing I were?” he said at last.