There's nothing to be sorry about. You were
sick of things--I could see that through the window--so was I. Mayn't
two human beings, who are sick of things, find something in common?
You're really going?"
"Yes."
She curled her lip with contempt; but it had a smile behind it which
he could not see.
"Shan't we see each other again?"
"Certainly not!"
She stood at the top of the steps waiting for the 'bus to stop. He
looked up into her face and held her eyes.
"Then I apologize," he said willingly. "And don't be offended at what
I'm going to say now."
She put her foot down on to the first step. "What is it?"
"I'll bet you ten pounds we don't. That is to say you win ten pounds
if we do."
She laughed contemptuously in a breath and hurried down the steps.
CHAPTER III
It is all very well to say that there have been movements towards
the enfranchisement of women since before the Roman era; it is all
very well to point out that these movements are periodical, almost
as inevitable as the volcanic eruptions that belch out their volumes
of running fire and die down again into peaceful submission: but when
the whole vital cause is altered, when the intrinsic motive in the
entrails of that vast crater is changed, it is no wise policy to say,
"It will pass over--another two or three years and women will find,
as they have always found before, that it is better to sit still and
let others do the work.
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