"Yes," the lady met his eyes, "I was visiting some relations near Dutfield. They took me to hear you."
"Oh--the night the Suffragettes made their customary row----"
"They didn"t attack _you_," she reminded him.
"They will if we win the election!" he said, with a cynical antic.i.p.ation.
It was a mark of how far the Women"s Cause had travelled that, although there was no man there (except the ineffectual Farnborough)--no one to speak of it even with tolerance, there was also no one, not even Greatorex, who any longer felt the matter to be much of a joke. Here again in this gathering was happening what the unprejudiced observer was seeing in similar circ.u.mstances all over England. The mere mention of Women"s Suffrage in general society (rarest of happenings now)--that topic which had been the prolific mother of so much merriment, bred in these days but silence and constraint. The quickest-witted changed the topic amid a general sense of grateful relief. The thing couldn"t be laughed at any longer, but it could still be pretended it wasn"t there.
"You"ve come just in time to rescue me!" Mrs. Freddy said, sparkling at Stonor.
"You don"t appear to be in any serious danger," he said.
"But I am, or I _was_! They were just insisting I should go upstairs and change my frock."
"Is there anybody here so difficult as not to like that one?"
She made him a smart little curtsey. "Although we"re going to have luncheon in less than an hour, somebody was going to insist (out of pure mistaken philanthropy) in taking me for a walk. I"ve told Freddy that when I"ve departed for realms of bliss, he is to put on my tombstone, "Died of changing her clothes." I know the end will come some Sunday. We appear at breakfast dressed for church. That"s a long skirt. We are usually shooed upstairs directly we get back, to put on a short one, so that we can go and look at the kennels or the prize bull. We come back muddy and smelling of stables. We get into something fresh for luncheon.
After luncheon some one says, "Walk!" Another short skirt. We come back draggled and dreadful. We change. Something sweetly feminine for tea!
The gong. We rush and dress for dinner! You"ve saved me one change, anyhow. You are my benefactor. Why don"t you ask after my babies?"
"Well, how are the young barbarians?" He rubbed his hand over the lower part of his face. "Your concern for personal appearance reminds me that a little soap and water after my dusty drive----"
Little as had fallen from him since his entrance, as he followed Lord John upstairs, he left behind that sense of blankness so curiously independent of either words or deeds. Greatorex, in his patent leather shoes and immaculate white gaiters, pattered over to Miss Levering, but she unkindly presented her back, and sat down at the writing-table to make a note on the abhorred Shelter plan. He showed his disapproval by marching off with Mr. Freddy, and there was a general trickling back into the garden in that aimless, before-luncheon mood.
But Mrs. Heriot and Lady John sat with their heads close together on the sofa, discussing in undertones the absorbing subject of the prospective new member of the family.
Mrs. Freddy perched on the edge of the writing-table between Miss Levering, who sat in front of it, and Jean, whose chair was on the other side. She was nearest Jean, but it was to her children"s sworn friend that she turned to say enthusiastically--
"Delightful his coming in like that!" And no one needed to be told whose coming brought delight. "We must tell Sara and Cecil."
As Miss Levering seemed to be still absorbed in making notes on that boring plan, the lively Mrs. Freddy turned to her other neighbour.
"Penny for your thoughts," she demanded with such suddenness that Jean Dunbarton started and reddened. "Something very weighty, to judge from----"
"I believe I was thinking it was rather odd to hear two men like my uncle and Mr. Stonor talking about the influence of the Suffrage women really quite seriously. _Oh!_"--she clutched Mrs. Freddy"s arm, laughing apologetically--"I beg your pardon. I forgot. Besides, I wasn"t thinking of your kind; I was thinking of the Suffragettes."
"As the only conceivable ones to be exercising any influence. Thank you."
"Oh, no, no. Indeed, I didn"t mean----"
"Yes, you did. You"re like the rest. You don"t realize how we prepared the ground. All the same," she went on, with her unfailing good humour, "it"s frightfully exciting seeing the Question come into practical politics at last. I only hope those women won"t go and upset the apple-cart again."
"How?"
"Oh, by doing something that will alienate all our good friends in both parties. It"s queer they can"t see our only chance to get what we want is by winning over the men."
There was a low sound of impatience from the person at the writing-table, and a rustle of paper as the plan was thrown down.
"What"s the matter?" said Mrs. Freddy.
""Winning over the men" has been the woman"s way since the Creation. Do you think the result should make us proud of our policy? Yes? Then go and walk in Piccadilly at midnight."
Lady John and Mrs. Heriot rose as one, while Miss Levering was adding--
"No, I forgot----"
"Yes," interposed Mrs. Heriot, with majesty, "it is not the first time you"ve forgotten."
"What I forgot was the magistrate"s ruling. He said no decent woman had any business to be in London"s main thoroughfares at night "_unless she has a man with her_." You can hear that in Soho, too. "You"re obliged to take up with a chap!" is what the women say."
In a highly significant silence, Mrs. Heriot withdrew with her niece and Mrs. Freddy to where Hermione sat contentedly between two young men on the window-step. Lady John, naturally somewhat ruffled, but still quite kind, bent over her indiscreet guest to say--
"What an odd mood you are in to-day, my dear. I think Lydia Heriot"s right. We oughtn"t to do anything, or _say_ anything to encourage this ferment of feminism--and I"ll tell you why: it"s likely to bring a very terrible thing in its train."
"What terrible thing?"
"s.e.x-Antagonism."
"It"s here."
"Don"t say that!" Lady John spoke very gravely.
"You"re so conscious it"s here, you"re afraid to have it mentioned."
Lady John perceived that Jean had quietly slipped away from the others, and was standing behind her.
If Mrs. Heriot had not been too absorbed in d.i.c.k Farnborough and Hermione she would have had a moment"s pleasure in her handiwork--that half-shamed scrutiny in Jean Dunbarton"s face. But as the young girl studied the quiet figure, looked into the tender eyes that gazed so steadily into some grey country far away, the effect of Mrs. Heriot"s revelation was either weakened or trans.m.u.ted subtly to something stronger than the thing that it replaced.
As the woman sat there leaning her head a little wearily on her hand, there was about the whole _Wesen_ an indefinable n.o.bility that answered questions before they were asked.
But Lady John, upon perceiving her niece, had said hurriedly--
"If what you say is so, it"s the fault of those women agitators."
"s.e.x-Antagonism wasn"t their invention," Miss Levering answered. "No woman begins that way. Every woman is in a state of natural subjection"--she looked up, and seeing Jean"s face, smiled--"no, I"d rather say "allegiance" to her idea of romance and her hope of motherhood; they"re embodied for her in man. They"re the strongest things in life till man kills them. Let"s be fair. If that allegiance dies, each woman knows why."
Lady John, always keenly alive to any change in the social atmosphere, looked up and saw her husband coming downstairs with their guest. As she went to meet them, Stonor stopped halfway down to say something. The two men halted there deep in discussion. But scarcely deeper than those other two Lady John had left by the writing-table.
"Who is it you are going to marry?" Miss Levering had asked.
"It isn"t going to be announced for a few days yet." And then Jean relented enough to say in an undertone, almost confidentially, "I should think you"d guess."
"Guess what?" said the other, absent-mindedly, but again lifting her eyes.
"Who I"m going to marry."
"Oh, I know him, then?" she said, surprised.