But Mary, feeling, as she had said, that Katharine was a "personality," wished so much to speak to her that in a few moments she did.
"They're exactly like a flock of sheep, aren't they ?" she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her.
Katharine turned and smiled.
"I wonder what they're making such a noise about ?" she said.
"The Elizabethans, I suppose." "No, I don't think it's got anything to do with the Elizabethans.

There! Didn't you hear them say, 'Insurance Bill' ?" "I wonder why men always talk about politics ?" Mary speculated.

"I suppose, if we had votes, we should, too." "I dare say we should.

And you spend your life in getting us votes, don't you ?" "I do," said Mary, stoutly.

"From ten to six every day I'm at it." Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who was now pounding his way through the metaphysics of metaphor with Rodney, and was reminded of his talk that Sunday afternoon.