Mrs. Freddy perched on the edge of the writing-table between Miss Levering, who sat in front of it, and Jean, whose chair was on the other side. She was nearest Jean, but it was to her children's sworn friend that she turned to say enthusiastically-- 'Delightful his coming in like that!' And no one needed to be told whose coming brought delight. 'We must tell Sara and Cecil.' As Miss Levering seemed to be still absorbed in making notes on that boring plan, the lively Mrs. Freddy turned to her other neighbour. 'Penny for your thoughts,' she demanded with such suddenness that Jean Dunbarton started and reddened. 'Something very weighty, to judge from----' 'I believe I was thinking it was rather odd to hear two men like my uncle and Mr. Stonor talking about the influence of the Suffrage women really quite seriously. _Oh!_'--she clutched Mrs. Freddy's arm, laughing apologetically--'I beg your pardon. I forgot. Besides, I wasn't thinking of your kind; I was thinking of the Suffragettes.' 'As the only conceivable ones to be exercising any influence. Thank you.' 'Oh, no, no. Indeed, I didn't mean----' 'Yes, you did. You're like the rest. You don't realize how we prepared the ground. All the same,' she went on, with her unfailing good humour, 'it's frightfully exciting seeing the Question come into practical politics at last. I only hope those women won't go and upset the apple-cart again.' 'How?' 'Oh, by doing something that will alienate all our good friends in both parties. It's queer they can't see our only chance to get what we want is by winning over the men.' There was a low sound of impatience from the person at the writing-table, and a rustle of paper as the plan was thrown down. 'What's the matter?' said Mrs. Freddy. '"Winning over the men" has been the woman's way since the Creation. Do you think the result should make us proud of our policy? Yes? Then go and walk in Piccadilly at midnight.' Lady John and Mrs. Heriot rose as one, while Miss Levering was adding-- 'No, I forgot----' 'Yes,' interposed Mrs. Heriot, with majesty, 'it is not the first time you've forgotten.' 'What I forgot was the magistrate's ruling. He said no decent woman had any business to be in London's main thoroughfares at night "_unless she has a man with her_." You can hear that in Soho, too. "You're obliged to take up with a chap!" is what the women say.' In a highly significant silence, Mrs. Heriot withdrew with her niece and Mrs. Freddy to where Hermione sat contentedly between two young men on the window-step. Lady John, naturally somewhat ruffled, but still quite kind, bent over her indiscreet guest to say-- 'What an odd mood you are in to-day, my dear. I think Lydia Heriot's right. We oughtn't to do anything, or _say_ anything to encourage this ferment of feminism--and I'll tell you why: it's likely to bring a very terrible thing in its train.' 'What terrible thing?' 'Sex-Antagonism.' 'It's here.'