"What a creation in cobwebs!" he exclaimed--"Who does it belong to, Miss Mary ?" "To a very great lady," she replied, working busily with her needle and avoiding the glance of his eyes; "her name is often in the papers." And she gave it.

"No doubt you know her ?" "Know her?
Not I!" And he shrugged his shoulders disdainfully.

"But she is very generally known--as a thoroughly bad woman! I _hate_ to see you working on anything for her!" She looked up surprised, and the colour came and went in a delicate flush on her face.
"False to her husband, false to her children, and false to herself!" went on Angus hotly--"And disloyal to her king! And having turned on her own family and her own class, she seeks to truckle to the People under pretence of serving _them_, while all the time her sole object is to secure notoriety for herself! She is a shame to England!" "You speak very hotly, sir!" said Helmsley, slowly.

"Are you sure of your facts ?" "The facts are not concealed," returned Reay--"They are public property.
That no one has the courage to denounce such women--women who openly flaunt their immoralities in our midst--is a bad sign of the times.
Women are doing a great deal of mischief just now.

Look at them fussing about Female Suffrage! Female Suffrage, quotha! Let them govern their homes properly, wisely, reasonably, and faithfully, and they will govern the nation!" "That's true!" And Helmsley nodded gravely.