Her brain stood blank before such abstract disquisitions.

She loved easily comprehended poetry and novels that made her laugh or cry and set her mind dancing round the glowing possibilities of life; all disastrous stuff abhorred by the International Socialist, to whom the essential problems of existence are of no interest whatever.

So, after a few futile attempts to darken her mind, Gedge put her down as a mere fool woman, and ceased to bother his head about her intellectual development.

That came to him quite naturally.

There is no Turk more contemptuous of his womankind's political ideas than the Gedges of our enlightened England.