He could then rest on his oars, cease his more or less nasty investigations; they could take a place in the country and move from this much too large house which lay almost outside the limits of Society's London to a really well-appointed flat in Westminster and have a thoroughly enjoyable old age.
Honoria in these times did not see so much of Vivie as before.

Her warrior husband spent a good deal of 1912 at home as he had a Hounslow command.

He had come to realize--some spiteful person had told him--who Vivie's mother had been, and told Honoria in accents of finality that the "Aunt Vivie" nonsense must be dropped and Vivie must not come to the house.

At the most, if she _must_ meet her friend of college days--oh, he was quite willing to believe in her personal propriety, though there were odd stories in circulation about her dressing as a man and doing some very rum things for the W.S.P.U .-- still if she _must_ see her, it would have to be in public places or at her friends, at Lady Feenix's, if she liked.No.

He wasn't attacking the cause of Suffrage.