“But you said you used to know her.”
“Oh! you mean Ruth Hailey. She used to be pretty, but my brother tells me she’s gone off.”
“Haven’t you seen her yourself?”
“I sent Mrs. Verder a subscription some few years ago,” said Mrs. Wyndwood, “but I have ceased to believe in Woman’s Rights.”
“Woman’s Rights are a husband and children,” said Herbert, with his eye fixed on Olive.
“It is a mistake for the movement to be led by women,” pursued Mrs. Wyndwood.
“Oh, was that why you resigned when Lord Boscombe left the Council?” asked Olive, innocently.
Eleanor looked annoyed. “You mean, Mrs. Wyndwood,” Matthew hastened to say, “that they lay themselves open to the imputation of being soured spinsters.”
“Precisely,” she replied. “Besides, they are crying for the moon.”