One morning Augusta came into the boudoir about twelve, carrying a visiting card on a little tray.
'Miss Emma Welkin,' read Victoria. 'League of the Rights of Women. What does she want, Augusta?'
'She says she wants to see Mrs Ferris, Mum.'
'League of the Rights of Women? Why, she must be a suffragist.'
'Yes, Mum. She wear a straw hat, Mum,' explained Augusta with a slight sniff.
'And a tweed coat and skirt, I suppose,' said Victoria smiling.
'Oh, yes, Mum. Shall I say go away?'
'M'm. No, tell her to come in.'
While Augusta was away Victoria settled herself in the cushions. Perhaps it might be interesting. The visitor was shown in.
'How do you do?' said Victoria holding out her hand. 'Please sit down. Excuse my getting up, I'm not very well.'