"I suppose that's Mrs. Millington?" I hazarded. An echo of her fiery pamphlets and speeches had reached me during the heyday of the arson and sabotage campaign.
"What's in a name?" Joyce asked sweetly.
"Nothing at all. I agree. You tell me there's some one who has to be restrained. I tell you you'll be arrested the day after your restraining influence is withdrawn...."
Joyce bowed her assent.
"And that will happen when you're invalided home from the front."
Joyce bowed again. "Me that never had a day's illness in my life," I heard her murmur.
"It'll be a new experience, and you'll have it very shortly if I know anything of what a woman looks like when she's overworked, over-worried, over-excited. However fit you may be in other ways, you're man's inferior in physical stamina. For the ordinary fatigues of life...."
"But this wasn't!" The interruption came quickly in a tone that had lost its early banter. "Elsie's case comes on at the end of this week. I've been with her, I didn't want to come to-night, but she made me—so as not to disappoint Dick. It's not very pleasant to sit watching any one going through.... However, don't let's talk about it. You were giving me good advice. I love good advice. It's cheap...."
"And so very filling? I'll give no more."
"Don't stop, it's a wonderful index. As long as people give me good advice, I know I need never trouble to ask them for anything more."