Women -- Great Britain -- Social conditions; Women -- Suffrage -- Great Britain
"Then why does she talk as if we were all mountebanks?" asked the other,
unconvinced.
The breaker of Government plate glass shook her head slowly. "I don't
know," she said. "I think, perhaps, it may be because she has lived
eleven years with somebody from whom she is obliged to conceal what she
really feels about things."
"She isn't obliged to conceal anything; nobody is!" cried the organiser,
hotly. "If these people had the courage to show fight--"
"They have--when the fight is worth it," struck in the older woman.
"Those are just the people whose courage is inexhaustible, when real
courage is required. I don't know why it is so, unless it is that they
haven't wasted it over things that don't matter, and so they have a
reserve fund to draw upon for a great occasion. That's the best of a
cause like ours--it furnishes them with the great occasion."
"Mrs. Fontenella's reserve fund must be colossal," said the organiser,
still unconvinced.
The audience that was lured to Mrs. Fontenella's house on Wednesday
evening by a prospect of meeting two eccentric females who had been to
gaol--doubtless because they richly deserved it--was composed of the
elements that usually go to make up such audiences. It was very rich,
very idle, very limited; it was polite by education and rather insolent
by nature; and, with the exception of one or two of the men, who nursed
an academic belief in the woman's vote because they hoped that under
masculine influence it might be used to strengthen the right political
party, it was not interested in politics. The men were there because
they thought it was a sporting idea of the most popular hostess in their
set to pretend to be a Suffragette; and the women were there to show
their disapproval of a shrieking minority, who, for the sake of
notoriety, were rapidly destroying the ideal of womanhood that had been
implanted in every Englishman's breast by his mother;--at least, those
were the reasons they gave one another for being there, as they sat in
rows on gilded upright chairs, waiting for the fun to begin. When it did
begin, they experienced a distinct sensation of having been cheated of
their entertainment.
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