She was half-way down the garden path before she heard him calling her, and saw his grizzled head and weather-stained face looking out from behind the curtains.
"You may put me down for the platform," he cried, and vanished abashed behind the curtain of his Times, where his wife found him at lunch time.
"I hear that you have had quite a long chat with Mrs.Westmacott," said she.
"Yes, and I think that she is one of the most sensible women that I ever knew." "Except on the woman's rights question, of course." "Oh, I don't know.

She had a good deal to say for herself on that also.
In fact, mother, I have taken a platform ticket for her meeting.".