Captain Andrews was not quite in the same position. He was conscious of a strong male instinct which disavowed Miss Blanchflower and all her kind; but at the same time he was exceedingly susceptible to female beauty, and it troubled his reasoning processes that anybody so wrong-headed should be so good-looking. His heart was soft, and his brain all that was wanted for his own purposes. But it did not enable him-it never had enabled him--to understand these extraordinary "goings-on," which the newspapers were every day reporting, on the part of well-to-do, educated women, who were ready--it seemed--to do anything outrageous--just for a vote! "Of course nobody would mind if the rich women--the tax-paying women--had a vote--help us Tories famously. But the women of the working-classes--why, Good Lord, look at them when there's any disturbance on--any big strike--look at Tonypandy!--a deal sight worse than the men! Give them the vote and they'd take us to the devil, even quicker than Lloyd George!" Aloud he said-- "Do you know anything about that lady Miss Blanchflower had with her? She introduced me. Miss Marvell--I think that was the name. I thought I had heard it somewhere." The solicitor lifted his eyebrows. "I daresay. She was in the stone-throwing raid last August. Fined 20s. or a month, for damage in Pall Mall. She was in prison a week; then somebody paid her fine. She professed great annoyance, but one of the police told me it was privately paid by her own society. She's too important to them--they can't do without her. An extremely clever woman." "Then what on earth does she come and bury herself down here for?" cried the Captain. Masham shewed a meditative twist of the lip. "Can't say, I'm sure. But they want money. And Miss Blanchflower is an important capture." "I hope that girl will soon have the sense to shake them off!" said the Captain with energy. "She's a deal too beautiful for that kind of thing. I shall get my mother to come and talk to her." The solicitor concealed his smile behind his _Daily Telegraph_. He had a real liking and respect for the Captain, but the family affection of the Andrews household was a trifle too idyllic to convince a gentleman so well acquainted with the seamy side of life. What about that hunted-looking girl, the Captain's sister? He didn't believe, he never had believed that Mrs. Andrews was quite so much of an angel as she pretended to be. Meanwhile, no sooner had the fly left the station than Delia turned to her companion-- "Gertrude!--did you see what that man was reading who passed us just now? Our paper!--the _Tocsin_." Gertrude Marvell lifted her eyebrows slightly. "No doubt he bought it at Waterloo--out of curiosity." "Why not out of sympathy? I thought he looked at us rather closely. Of course, if he reads the _Tocsin_ he knows something about you! What fun it would be to discover a comrade and a brother down here!"