“Oh,” said Madge, “it gives one a jolly feeling down the spine. You should try it.”
“I daren’t,” said Clare.
“It would do you a lot of good. It would get rid of your megrims. Besides, it’s in a good cause.”
“I am not so sure of that,” said Clare.
“It’s in the cause of woman’s liberty. It’s in the cause of all these suburban wives imprisoned in these stuffy little homes. It lets in God’s fresh air.”
Clare rose and moved about the room. “It’s very stuffy in here,” she said. “It’s stifling.” At this moment Mollie came in the room again, and smiled across at her mistress, saying: “Mr. Bradshaw to see you, ma’am.”
Clare was obviously agitated. She showed signs of embarrassment, and her voice trembled when she said:
“Tell him—tell him I’m engaged.”
“He says he must see you—on business,” said Mollie, lingering at the door.
“On business?”