"No. My father did not understand her."
"He did not agree with her views?"
"Nor with mine. It was horrid—but even relations must agree to differ. Why is Lady Tonbridge here? And where is Sir Alfred? Papa had not heard of them for a long time."
"They separated last year"—said Mrs. France gravely. "But Mr. Winnington will tell you. He's a great friend of hers. She does a lot of work for him."
"Work?"
"Social work!" smiled Mrs. France—"poor-law—schools—that kind of thing. He ropes us all in."
"Oh!" said Delia, with her head in the air.
Mrs. France laughed outright.
"That seems to you so unimportant—compared to the vote."
"It is unimportant!" said Delia, impetuously. "Nothing really matters but the vote. Aren't you a Suffragist, Mrs. France?"