There was one clever man there who was quick to see his opportunity, and seize it for his newspaper.
"And are you going to help Mr. Crewe in his campaign, Mrs. Pomfret?"
"Most assuredly," answered Mrs. Pomfret. "Women in this country could do so much if they only would. You know," she added, in her most winning manner, "you know that a woman can often get a vote when a man can't."
"And you, and—other ladies will go around to the public meetings?"
"Why not, my friend; if Mr. Crewe has no objection? and I can conceive of none."
"You would have an organization of society ladies to help Mr. Crewe?"
"That's rather a crude way of putting it," answered Mrs. Pomfret, with her glasses raised judicially. "Women in what you call I society are, I am glad to say, taking an increasing interest in politics. They are beginning to realize that it is a duty."
"Thank you," said the reporter; "and now would you mind if I took a photograph of you in your carriage."
"Oh, mother," protested Alice, "you won't let him do that!"
"Be quiet, Alice. Lady Aylestone and the duchess are photographed in every conceivable pose for political purposes. Wymans, just drive around to the other side of the circle."