‘Explain.’
‘You must know that German women were locked in their kitchens, trained to prostrate themselves at the feet of man, and squashed when they asserted the sweeter and more reasonable philosophy which women have been given, so as to neutralise the barbarism of the world.’
‘There’s something in that, I grant you,’ conceded Beefy.
‘Now you are really coming round.’
‘You are such a good advocate, you know. But I never thought pretty girls like you could be suffragettes. You don’t need to be.’
‘Heavens! What a thought! Must a suffragette have flat feet and a pug-nose? It isn’t really a question of votes; it’s a question of broadening out our philosophy and making the world more happy. There will be no more Hohenzollerns once we take a hand in the legislation of the world.’
‘I’ll vote for you—by Jove, I will!’
‘How nice of you!’ said Marjory, smiling sweetly and collecting her umbrella, gloves, &c.
‘Must you go?’ I asked regretfully. The discussion had been so interesting.
‘Oh yes; we’re on duty at four. Now, good-bye, Mr Brown.—Good-bye, Mr Jones.’