"Won't you wait till Elsie comes back?" she asked.
"I will wait for no one."
"But where are you off to?"
I scratched my chin, as one does when one wishes to appear reflective.
"I am going to break the Militant Suffrage Movement."
"A good many people have failed," she warned me.
"They never tried."
I walked downstairs thoughtfully, weighed Dick's tall hat in the balance, and decided in favour of my own.
"I have no idea," I called back to the figure at the stair-head.