“Women’s Work and Wages. Oh, Lord! John Stuart Mill on The Subjection of Women. The Ethics of Ibsen. Great Scott! The Principles of Eugenics.... My hat!”
“Quite so, Herbert,” said Mrs. Heywood, with a kind of grim satisfaction in his consternation.
“I don’t mind her reading improper novels,” said Herbert, “but I draw the line at this sort of stuff.”
“It’s most dangerous.”
“It’s rank poison.”
“That’s what I think,” said Mrs. Heywood.
“Where did she get hold of them?” asked Herbert.
Mrs. Heywood looked at her son as though she had another startling announcement.
“From that woman, Miss Vernon, the artist girl who lives in the flat above.”
“What, that girl who throws orange-peel over the balcony?”