Women could have the vote and welcome so far as he was concerned: they couldn't be greater fools than the men, and they were probably less corrupt.

He himself never remembered voting in his life, so Honoria was no worse off than her husband.

But he drew the line in his children's friends at the daughter of a....
Here Honoria to avoid hearing something she could not forgive put her plump hand over his bristly mouth.

He kissed it and somehow she couldn't take the high tone she had at first intended.

She simply said "she would see about it" and met the difficulty by giving up her suffrage parties for a bit and attending Lady Maud's instead; where you met not only poor Vivie, but--had she been in London and guaranteed reformed and _rangee_--you might have met Vivie's mother; as well as the Duchess of Dulborough--American, and intensely Suffrage--the charwoman from Little Francis Street, the bookseller's wife, the "mother of the maids" from Derry and Toms; and that very clever chemist who had mended Juliet Duff's nose when she fell on the ice at Princes'-- they would both be there.