Not of course to be taken seriously .-- Good evening, Mr.Glazzard--good evening!" The Mayoress again inclined.

Serena gave her acquaintance an enigmatic look, murmured a leave-taking, and, with an affectionate nod to Ivy, passed on.

Glazzard drew near to his niece.
"Your friend is not a disciple of Mrs.Wade ?" "Oh dear no, uncle!" "Not just a little bit ?" he smiled, encouragingly.
"Perhaps she would agree with what Mr.Quarrier said about girls having a right to better instruction." "I see.

Don't wait with me if there's any one you would like to speak to." Ivy shook her head.

She had a troubled expression, as if the experience of the evening had agitated her.
Close at hand, a circle of men had formed about Mr.Chown, who was haranguing on the Woman question.