"Wallace has just promised me ten guineas to assist the movement for the emancipation of women." Lucy answered pointedly. "Our society's efforts are sadly restricted by the lack of funds."
"Vane is now and then a little inconsequential in his generosity,"
Carroll rejoined. "I didn't know he was interested in that kind of thing;
but as I don't like to be outdone by my partner, I'll subscribe the same.
By the way, why do you people reckon these things in guineas?"
"Thanks," smiled Lucy, making an entry in a notebook in a businesslike manner. "As you said it was a subscription, you'll hear from us next year. In answer to your question, it's an ancient custom, and it has the advantage that you get in the extra shillings."
They strolled along the terrace together, and as they went down the steps to the lawn Carroll turned to her with a smile.
"Have you tackled Chisholm yet?"
"I never waste powder and shot," Lucy replied tersely. "A man of his restricted views would sooner subscribe handsomely to a movement to put us down."
"Are you regretting the ten guineas, Vane?" Carroll questioned laughingly. "You don't look pleased."
"The fact is, I wanted to do something that wasn't allowed. I've met with the same disillusionment here as I did in British Columbia."
Lucy looked up at her brother.
"Did you attempt to give somebody money there?"