“The what?” exclaimed Lucy.
“Why, when I saw her last,” said Montague, “she was turning into a Hindoo, and her talk was all about Swamis, and Gnanis, and so on.”
“No, she didn't mention them,” said Lucy.
“Well, probably she has given it up, then,” said he. “What is it now?”
“She has gone in for anti-vivisection.”
“Anti-vivisection!”
“Yes,” said the other; “didn't you see in the papers that she had been elected an honorary vice-president of some society or other, and had contributed several thousand dollars?”
“One cannot keep track of Mrs. Winnie in the newspapers,” said Montague.
“Well,” she continued, “she has heard some dreadful stories about how surgeons maltreat poor cats and dogs, and she would insist on telling me all about it. It was the most shocking dinner-table conversation imaginable.”
“She certainly is a magnificent-looking creature,” said Lucy, after a pause. “I don't wonder the men fall in love with her. She had her hair done up with some kind of a band across the front, and I declare she might have been an Egyptian princess.”