"You have expressed them for me far better than I could. Mine isn't a deep or philosophical mind," he apologized to the mind that was. "I merely understand publicity and how sheeplike men are." "If you understand that, you understand a great deal," remarked Mrs. Vandergilt, sententiously. "Grace thought--" began H. R., and caught himself in time. "You haven't talked to her about it?" "Grace?" "Miss Goodchild." "No. Why should I?" "No reason--only that she has what I, as a practical man, in my low-brow way, think is a winner. Of course the suffrage has long since passed the polemical stage. The question does not admit of argument. The right is admitted by all men. But what all men don't admit is the wrong. And all men don't admit it, because all women don't." "That is true," said Mrs. Vandergilt, vindictively. "Any woman," pursued H. R., earnestly, "can make any man give her anything she wants. Therefore, if all the women wanted all the men to give them anything, the men would give it. A woman can't always take something from a man; but she can always get it. To put it on the high plane of taking it as a right may be noble; but what I want is results. So long as I get results, nothing short of murder, lying, or ignoble wheedling can stop me. Grace and I went all over that; but she seems to have lost interest--" "Yes, she has," confirmed Ethel, so amiably that H. R. smiled gratefully; and that annoyed Ethel. "You have asked for justice," pursued H. R., addressing himself to Mrs. Vandergilt; "but it is at the ignoble side of man that you must shoot. It is a larger target--easier to hit." "But--" began Mrs. Vandergilt. "If I were a woman my dream should be to serve under you and implicitly obey all orders. I'd distribute dynamite as cheerfully as handbills. Without competent marshals do you imagine Napoleon could have done what he did? "Don't I know it?" said Mrs. Vandergilt, bitterly. "How would you go about it?" interjected Ethel, who had grown weary of her own silence. "I'd get the marshals. I'd get subordinates that, when your mother said 'Do thus and so!' she could feel sure would obey orders. The general strategy must come from her." "I've said that until I was black in the face," said Mrs. Vandergilt. "I've told them--" And the great leader talked and talked, while H. R. stopped eating to listen with his very soul. With such a listener Mrs. Vandergilt was at her best. "Mother, the squab is getting cold," said Ethel. "The next time it will be cold in advance," said H. R., impatiently. "Go on, Mrs. Vandergilt!" But Mrs. Vandergilt, knowing she could not finish at one luncheon, shook her head graciously and invited H. R. to dinner the next evening. "I can hardly wait!" murmured H. R. XXXII