He turned upon with animation—
"I vow I wasn't thinking about the vote!"
"Miss Amberley doesn't seem to bother about it."
Winnington's voice shewed amusement.
"I can't imagine Susy a suff. It simply isn't in her."
"I know plenty of suffragists just as good and useful as she is," said
Delia, bristling.
Winnington did not immediately reply. They had left the village behind, and were walking up the Maumsey lane in a gathering darkness, each electrically conscious of the other. At last he said in a changed tone—
"Have I been saying anything to wound you? I didn't mean it."
She laughed unsteadily.
"You never say anything to wound me. I was only—a kind of fretful porcupine—standing up for my side."