"Oh!" murmured Miss Ingate callously. Mrs. Moze, though she had lived in the district for twenty-five years, did not belong to it. If she chose to keep on having neuralgia, that was her affair, but in justice to natives and to the district she ought not to make too much of it, and she ought to admit that it might well be due to her weakness after her operation. Miss Ingate considered the climate to be the finest in England; which it was, on the condition that you were proof against neuralgia. "Father's gone to Colchester in the car to see the Bishop," Audrey coldly added. "If I'd known he was going to Colchester I should have asked him for a lift," said Miss Ingate, with determination. "Oh, yes! He'd have taken _you!_" said Audrey, reserved. "I suppose you had fine times in London!" "Oh! It was vehy exciting! It was vehy exciting!" Miss Ingate agreed loudly. "Father wouldn't let me read about it in the paper," said Audrey, still reserved. "He never will, you know. But I did!" "Oh! But you didn't read about me playing the barrel organ all the way down Regent Street, because that wasn't in any of the papers." "You _didn't!_" Audrey protested, with a sudden dark smile. "Yes, I did. Yes, I did. Yes, I did. And vehy tiring it was. Vehy tiring indeed. It's quite an art to turn a barrel organ. If you don't keep going perfectly even it makes the tune jerky. Oh! I know a bit about barrel organs now. They smashed it all to pieces. Oh yes! All to pieces. I spoke to the police. I said, 'Aren't you going to protect these ladies' property?' But they didn't lift a finger." "And weren't you arrested?" "Me!" shrieked Miss Ingate. "Me arrested!" Then more quietly, in an assured tone, "Oh no! I wasn't arrested. You see, as soon as the row began I just walked away from the organ and became one of the crowd. I'm all _for_ them, but I wasn't going to be arrested." Miss Ingate's sparkling eyes seemed to say: "Sylvia Pankhurst can be arrested if she likes, and so can Mrs. Despard and Annie Kenney and Jane Foley, or any of them. But the policeman that is clever enough to catch Miss Ingate of Moze does not exist. And the gumption of Miss Ingate of Moze surpasses the united gumption of all the other feminists in England." "Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!" repeated Miss Ingate with mingled complacency, glee, passion, and sardonic tolerance of the whole panorama of worldly existence. "The police were awful, shocking. But I was not arrested." "Well, _I_ was--this morning," said Audrey in a low and poignant voice. Miss Ingate was startled out of her mood of the detached ironic spectator. "What?" she frowned. They heard a servant moving about at the foot of the stairs, and a capped head could be seen through the interstices of the white Chinese balustrade. The study was the only immediate refuge; Miss Ingate advanced right into it, and Audrey pushed the door to. "Father's given me a month's C.B."