"Why can't you keep her in order?"
"Her? Who?"
"Your ward. Why don't you stop it?"
"Stop these meetings? My ward is of age, please remember, and quite aware of it."
Miss Dempsey sighed.
"Naughty young woman!" she said, yet with the gentlest of accents. "For us of the elder generation to see our work all undone by these maniacs! They have dashed the cup from our very lips."
"Ah! I forgot you were a Suffragist," said Winnington, smiling at her.
"Suffragist?" she held up her head indignantly—"I should rather think
I am. My parents were friends of Mill, and I heard him speak for Woman
Suffrage when I was quite a child. And now, after the years we've
toiled and moiled, to see these mad women wrecking the whole thing!"
Winnington assented gravely.
"I don't wonder you feel it so. But you still want it—the vote—as much as ever?"