Vassar moved uneasily, drew his straight brows low and looked at her through their veil for an instant. He was making a desperate effort to keep his brain clear. It would be ridiculous to surrender to such a charming little siren at the first encounter.
“Well, sir,” she cried briskly, “now that we’ve shaken hands the first round is on. Shall I lead?”
Vassar bowed.
“By all means—ladies first!”
“Why do you refuse to give me the ballot?”
“I never knew until tonight that women like you wished it. If I had—”
“You would have agreed?”
“My dear Miss Holland, I not only would have agreed but I would have gone out after it and brought it to you. And all against my better judgment. If women are allowed to vote, there must be a law against your kind entering politics—”
“Yes?”
“Decidedly.”