He left her at the entrance of the hotel, where Michael and Nicholas waited to receive her.
Michael and Nicholas went in with her to the Banquet. They hated it, but they went in.
Veronica was with them. She too wore a white frock, with red, white and blue ribbons.
"Drayton's a bit of a rotter," Michael said, "not to see you through."
"How can he when he feels like that about it?"
"As if we didn't feel!"
Three hundred and thirty women and twenty men waited in the Banquet Hall to receive the prisoners.
The high galleries were festooned with the red, white and blue of the Women's Franchise Union, and hung with flags and blazoned banners. The silk standards and the emblems of the Women's Suffrage Leagues and Societies, supported by their tall poles, stood ranged along three walls. They covered the sham porphyry with gorgeous and heroic colours, purple and blue, sky-blue and sapphire blue and royal blue, black, white and gold, vivid green, pure gold, pure white, dead-black, orange and scarlet and magenta.
From the high table under the windows streamed seven dependent tables decorated with nosegays of red, white and blue flowers. In the centre of the high table three arm-chairs, draped with the tricolour, were set like three thrones for the three leaders. They were flanked by nine other chairs on the right and nine on the left for the eighteen other prisoners.