"She is only taking the rent and interest on the property of the Foundation as it is deposited. I suppose you were in the habit of lending it." "Of course, what do you think a bank is for?" "You'll never have the use of another dollar until you give in." "It's all nonsense this ballot for women, Agatha; we can't give it to you, and God knows I don't want to!" "Why?" "It's against nature. Women lack the wisdom, the experience, the er--the shrewdness to conduct the affairs of government. You have no idea how many wheels within wheels there are." "Yes, we have, Stark, we know all about Mike Prim! If you are wise you will not drive us to deal with Prim!" she said, looking at him queerly. "And besides," she went on, "we have had the shrewdness, as you call it, to block the business of this town. You'll never be able to do anything so long as we hold you up." "You can't stop the commerce of a whole county with twenty thousand dollars, Agatha. You may inconvenience us for a time but----" "It isn't the interest we count upon, you see--that's the smallest part of it. It's the way we have our capital invested. It's the land beneath your feet, the boards above your head, the stock in your bank, the goods in your stores. We've got most of it! I wish you would listen to reason, Stark!" she concluded. He had not heard half of it. He was wondering what she meant by that reference to Prim. But he caught the last sentence. "And suppose I do listen to reason, as you call it. How would I go about it?" he asked as he would have tested the strength of an enemy, not that he had the remotest intention of following her advice. "Go to Judge Regis in the morning and tell him that you are interested in suffrage for women. Say that you are heartily in favour of it and----" "I'll be hanged if I do! I'll----" The telephone bell rang. Coleman went out in the hall to answer the call. "Yes, I'm here," his wife heard him say. "What's the matter? Oh, all right, be glad to see you." He returned to the library still frowning, very angry, but really thankful for any diversion which seemed to lead from an offensive discussion. "Wonder what's up now. Stacey has just called. Wants to see me at once. Coming right over," he explained. "Church business. I'll go up and see if the children are comfortable. It's very warm," Agatha said innocently as she left the room. Five minutes later Stacey came in. He looked like a good man whose salvation had been mortgaged for its full value. He parted his long coat-tails and sat down. He regarded Coleman with a watery expression. His mouth was pulled up in the middle and drawn down at the corners. "I suppose Mrs. Coleman has already informed you?" he began in sepulchral tones. "About what?" asked Coleman, who warily avoided admitting that he was not in Agatha's confidence. "About what happened this afternoon at the Woman's Home and Foreign Missionary meeting." "My wife is still upstairs with the children," he evaded.