"Not at all. You are most unjust. You are most illogical, Geneviève. All I am asking is that the whole question should not be taken up at this moment—just before election."
"But this is the only moment when we can find out whether or not you are a candidate who will do what we want."
"We, Geneviève! Who do you mean by 'we'?"
She stared for a second at him, her eyes growing large and dark with astonishment.
"Oh, George," she gasped finally, "I think I meant women when I said 'we.' George, I'm afraid I'm a suffragist. And oh," she added, with a sort of wail, "I don't want to be, I don't want to be!"
"Damn Betty Sheridan," exclaimed George. "This is all her doing."
His wife shook her head. "No," she said, "it wasn't Betty who made me see."
"Who was it?"
"It was you, George."
"I don't understand you."