And the wives (of course) are such wretched cowards! That great big carpenter, East, is under his wife's thumb, and she has been imploring him not to vote Liberal for fear of consequences--she sits weeping, and talking about the workhouse.

Contemptible idiot! It would gratify me extremely to see her really going to the workhouse." "And pray," asked Denzil, with a laugh, "what would be the result of giving the franchise to such women ?" "The result _might_ be that, in time to come, there wouldn't be so many of them." "In time to come--possibly.

In the meanwhile, send their girls to school to learn a wholesome contempt for their mothers." "Oh, Denzil!" "Well, it sounds brutal, but it's very good sense.

All progress involves disagreeable necessities." Mrs.Wade was looking about the room, smiling, absent.

She rose abruptly.
"I mustn't spoil your one quiet evening.