I only insert this protest because I may seem to be expressing a bitterness the protagonists have ceased to feel, a triumph at the victory of their cause which produces in them merely a yawn.
Where is Mrs.Pankhurst?
Somehow one thought she would never rest till she was in the Cabinet.

And Christabel?
And Annie Kenney?
Married perchance to some permanent under Secretary of State and viewing "direct action" with growing disapproval.
And the Pethick Lawrences?
Some one told me the other day that they'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be forcibly fed.
But in November, 1910, we all--we that were whole-hearted reformers, true Liberals, not wolves in sheep's clothing, took very much to heart what happened on the 18th of that month, when the Prime Minister of the time announced that the Conference between the House of Lords and the House of Commons on the Veto question having broken down he had advised His Majesty to dissolve Parliament.

This meant that the Conciliation Bill was _finally_ done for; while the declaration of the Prime Minister as to the future Programme of the Liberal Party, if it was returned to power, excluded any mention of a Woman's enfranchisement Bill.
On Black Friday, November 18th, Vivie was present at the meeting in Caxton Hall when Mrs.Pankhurst explained the position to the Suffragist women assembled there.

Her blood was fired by the recital of their wrongs and she was prominent among the four hundred and fifty volunteers who came forward to accompany Mrs.Pankhurst, Dr.
Garret Anderson and Susan Knipper-Totes (the two last, infirm old ladies) when they proposed to march to the Houses of Parliament to exercise their right of presenting a petition.
The women proceeded to Parliament Square in small groups so as to keep within the letter of the law.

Some like Vivie carried banners with pitiful devices--"Where there's a Bill there's a Way," "Women's Will Beats Asquith's Skill," and so on....