"I haven't seen him yet."
Arthur looked surprised.
"Oh, you ought to," he said. "I'm afraid he won't be able to last out the rest of the term without a change. It's got on his nerves. Got on his wife's nerves, too. Your niece is the only one who doesn't seem to care; but then I think girls have very little imagination. It's the same with Sylvia. By the way, I suppose you know you've got a niece?"
We paid our bills, and walked upstairs to the Smoking Room.
"What'll be their next move?" I asked.
"I don't think there will be a next move," he answered slowly. "What can they do?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
"I'm only an onlooker, but d'you believe this Cat and Mouse Act is going to stop them? My knowledge is mere newspaper knowledge, but to be beaten by a device like that—it isn't in keeping with the character of the women who've organised the Militant Campaign so far."
"What can they do?" he repeated.
"I don't know."