“I’m sure I can’t bear to read even the dear Daily Mail,” said Mrs. Atkinson Brown.
“What with murders and revolutions and eloping vicars and suffragettes——”
“Those outrageous women ought to be whipped,” said her husband. “Spoiled my game of golf last Saturday. Found ‘Votes for Women’ on the first green. Made me positively ill.”
“I am glad dear Clare is so sensible,” said Mrs. Atkinson Brown.
“Yes. Oh, quite so,” said Mrs. Heywood, flushing a little.
“Oh, rather!” said Herbert.
“We domestic women are in the minority now,” said Mrs. Atkinson Brown.
“The spirit of revolt is abroad, Herbert,” said her husband. “Back to the Home is the only watchword which will save the country from these shameless hussies. Flog ‘em back, I would. Thank God our wives have more sense.”
“Yes, there’s something in that,” said Herbert.
Mrs. Atkinson Brown was gazing round the room curiously. She seemed to suspect something.