"Well, you"ve seen him."
Miss Levering shook her head. "There are so very many young men in the world." But she looked with a moment"s wondering towards the window, seeming to consider first Filey and then Farnborough.
"What made you think of going on that terrible pilgrimage?" asked the girl.
"Something I heard at a Suffrage meeting."
"Well, do you know, ever since that Sunday at the Freddys", when you told us about the Suffragettes, I--I"ve been curious about them."
"You said nothing would ever induce you to listen to such people."
"I know, and it"s rather silly, but one says a thing like that on the spur of the moment, and then one is bound by it."
"You mean one imagines one is bound."
"Then, too, I"ve been in Scotland ever since; but I"ve often thought about you and what you said that day at the Freddys"!"
"And yet you"ve been a good deal absorbed----"
"You see," the girl put on a pretty little air of superiority, "it isn"t as if the man I"m going to marry wasn"t very broad-minded. He wants me to be intelligent about politics. Are those women holding meetings in London now as well as in the const.i.tuencies?"
They both became aware at the same moment that Lord John was coming slowly down the last steps, with Stonor still more slowly following, talking Land Tenure. As Miss Levering rose and hurriedly turned over the things on the table to look for her veil, the handkerchief she had shut in her little Italian book dropped out. A further shifting of plans and papers sent it un.o.bserved to the floor. Jean put once more the question that had remained unanswered.
"They collect too great crowds," Miss Levering answered her. "The authorities won"t let them meet in Trafalgar Square after to-day. They have their last meeting there at three o"clock."
"To-day! That"s no use to people out of town--unless I could invent some excuse----"
"Wait till you can go without inventions and excuses."
"You think all that wrong!"
"I think it rather undignified."
"So do I--but if I"m ever to go----"
Lord John came forward, leaving Stonor to his hostess. "Still talking over your Shelter plan?" he asked benevolently.
"No," answered Miss Levering, "we left the Shelter some time ago."
He pinched his niece"s ear with affectionate playfulness.
"Then what"s all this chatterment about?"
The girl, a little confused, looked at her fellow-conspirator.
"The latest things in veils," said Miss Levering, smiling, as she caught up hers.
"The invincible frivolity of women!" said Lord John, with immense geniality.
"Oh, they"re coming for you," Jean said. "Don"t forget your book. When shall I see you again, I wonder?"
But instead of announcing the carriage the servant held out a salver. On it lay a telegraph form scribbled over in pencil.
"A telephone message, miss."
"For me?" said Jean, in surprise.
"Yes, miss. I didn"t know you was here, miss. They asked me to write it down, and let you have it as soon as possible."
"I knew how it would be if I gave in about that telephone!" Lord John arraigned his wife. Even Mr. Stonor had to sympathize. "They won"t leave people in peace even one day in the week."
"I"ve got your book," Jean said, looking at Miss Levering over the top of the telegraph form, and then glancing at the t.i.tle as she restored the volume to its owner. "Dante! Whereabouts are you?" She opened it without waiting to hear. "Oh, the Inferno."
"No, I"m in a worse place," said the other, smiling vaguely as she drew on her gloves.
"I didn"t know there was a worse."
"Yes, it"s worse with the Vigliacchi."
"I forget, were they Guelf or Ghibelline?"
"They weren"t either, and that was why Dante couldn"t stand them. He said there was no place in Heaven nor in Purgatory--not even a corner in h.e.l.l, for the souls who had stood aloof from strife." The smile faded as she stood there looking steadily into the girl"s eyes. "He called them "wretches who never lived," Dante did, because they"d never felt the pangs of partisanship. And so they wander homeless on the skirts of limbo, among the abortions and off-scourings of Creation."
The girl drew a fluttering breath. Miss Levering glanced at the clock, and turned away to make her leisurely adieux among the group at the window.
Mrs. Heriot left it at once. "What was that about a telephone message, Jean darling?"
The girl glanced at the paper, and then quite suddenly said to Lady John--
"Aunt Ellen, I"ve got to go to London!"
"Not to-day!"
"My dear child!"
"Nonsense!"
"Is your grandfather worse?"
"N--no. I don"t think my grandfather is any worse. But I must go, all the same."
"You _can"t_ go away," whispered Mrs. Heriot, "when Mr. Stonor----"
"Back me up!" Jean whispered to Lady John. "He said he"d have to leave directly after luncheon. And anyhow--all these people--please have us another time."
"I"ll just see Miss Levering off," said Lady John, "and then I"ll come back and talk about it."
In the midst of the good-byeing that was going on over by the window, Jean suddenly exclaimed--