ANNYS. (_She has risen_.) You think it wise tactics, to make it impossible for Geoffrey to be anything else in the future but our enemy? LADY MOGTON. (_Contemptuously_.) You are thinking of him, and not of the cause. ANNYS. And if I were! Haven’t I made sacrifice enough?—more than any of you will ever know. Ay—and would make more, if I felt it was demanded of me. I don’t! (_Her burst of anger is finished_. _She turns_, _smiling_.) I’m much more cunning than you think. There will be other elections we shall want to fight. With the Under-Secretary for Home Affairs in sympathy with us, the Government will find it difficult to interfere. Don’t you see how clever I am? (JAWBONES, _having received his instructions from_ PHOEBE, _has slipped out unobserved_. _He has beckoned to_ GINGER; _she has followed him_. PHOEBE _has joined the group_.) MRS. MOUNTCALM-VILLIERS. There’s something in that. JANET. Is Mr. Chilvers still in sympathy with us? PHOEBE. Of course he is. A bit rubbed up the wrong way just at present; that’s our fault. When Annys goes down, early next mouth, to fight the Exchange Division of Manchester, we shall have him with us. (_A moment_.) LADY MOGTON. Where do you get that from? PHOEBE. From St. Herbert. The present member is his cousin. They say he can’t live more than a week. MRS. MOUNTCALM-VILLIERS. It really seems like Providence. ANNYS. (_Has taken the opportunity of giving_ PHOEBE _a grateful squeeze of the hand_.) LADY MOGTON. You will fight Manchester? ANNYS. Yes. (_Laughs_.) And make myself a public nuisance if I win. LADY MOGTON. Well, must be content with that, I suppose. Better not come in; the room’s rather crowded. I’ll keep you informed how things are going. (_She goes out_, _followed by_ JANET.) MRS. MOUNTCALM-VILLIERS. I’ll stay with you, dear. PHOEBE. I want you to come and be photographed for the Daily Mirror. The man’s waiting downstairs. ELIZABETH. I’ll stop with Annys. MRS. MOUNTCALM-VILLIERS. I’m not quite sure, you know, that I take well by flashlight. PHOEBE. You wait till you’ve seen mamma! We must have you. They want you for the centre of the page. MRS. MOUNTCALM-VILLIERS. Well, if it’s really— PHOEBE. (_To the others_.) Shall see you again. (_She winks_. _Then to_ MRS. MOUNTCALM-VILLIERS.) We mustn’t keep them waiting. They are giving us a whole page. (PHOEBE _takes_ MRS. MOUNTCALM-VILLIERS _out_. ELIZABETH _has followed to the door_; _she closes it_. ANNYS _has reseated herself_, _facing the fire_.) ELIZABETH. When did you see your husband last? ANNYS. Not since—Tuesday, wasn’t it, that we went round to his rooms. Why? ELIZABETH. I’m thinking about Manchester. What was it he said to you? ANNYS. Oh, we were, both of us, a little over-excited, I suppose. He has—(_she hesitates_, _finally answers_)—he has always been so eager for children.