“Yes?” asked Lady Harman.
“Is there——Is there someone else?”
“Someone else?” Lady Harman was crimson.
“On your side!”
“Someone else on my side?”
“I mean—someone. A man perhaps? Some man that you care for? More than you do for your husband?...”
“I can’t imagine,” whispered Lady Harman, “anything——” And left her sentence unfinished. Her breath had gone. Her indignation was profound.
“Then I can’t understand why you should find it so important to come away.”
Lady Harman could offer no elucidation.
“You see,” said Miss Alimony, with an air of expert knowledge, “our case against our opponents is just exactly their great case against us. They say to us when we ask for the Vote, ‘the Woman’s Place is the Home.’ ‘Precisely,’ we answer, ‘the Woman’s Place is the Home. Give us our Homes!’ Now your place is your home—with your children. That’s where you have to fight your battle. Running away—for you it’s simply running away.”