He started.
"Perfectly."
"Well, I am sorry now. I see—I know—it has been all a mistake."
She lifted her eyes to his, very quietly—but the hands on her lap shook.
His passionate impulse was to throw himself at her feet, and silence any further humbleness with kisses. But he controlled himself.
"You mean—that violence—has been a mistake?"
"Yes—just that. Oh, of course!"—she flushed again—"I am just as much for women—I am just as rebellious against their wrongs—as I ever was. I shall be a Suffragist always. But I see now—what we've stirred up in England. I see now—that we can't win that way—and that we oughtn't to win that way."
He was silent a moment, and then said in a rather muffled voice—
"I don't know who else would have confessed it—so bravely!" His emotion seemed to quiet her. She smiled radiantly.
"Does it make you feel triumphant?"