“And then if you manage this sort of place easy and attractive, it’s going to draw girls away from their homes. There’s girls like Alice who’d do anything to get a bit of extra money to put on their backs and seem to think of nothing but chattering and laughing and going about. Such a place like this would be fine fun for Alice; in when she liked and out when she liked, and none of us to ask her questions. She’d be just the sort to go, and mother, who’s had the upbringing of her, how’s she to make up for Alice’s ten shillings what she pays in every week? There’s lots like Alice. She’s not bad isn’t Alice, she’s a good girl and a good-hearted girl; I will say that for her, but she’s shallow, say what you like she’s shallow, she’s got no thought and she’s wild for pleasure, and sometimes it seems to me that that’s as bad as being bad for all the good it does to anyone else in the world, and so I tell her. But of course she hasn’t seen things as I’ve seen them and doesn’t feel as I do about all these things....” Thus Susan. Her discourse so puzzled Lady Harman that she bethought herself of Mr. Brumley and called in his only too readily accorded advice. She asked him to tea on a day when she knew unofficially that Sir Isaac would be away, she showed him the plans and sketched their probable development. Then with that charming confidence of hers in his knowledge and ability she put her doubts and fears before him. What did he really think of these places? What did he think of Susan Burnet’s idea of ruined lodging-house keepers? “I used to think our stores were good things,” she said. “Is this likely to be a good thing at all?” Mr. Brumley said “Um” a great number of times and realized that he was a humbug. He fenced with her and affected sagacity for a time and suddenly he threw down his defences and confessed he knew as little of the business as she did. “But I see it is a complex question and—it’s an interesting one too. May I enquire into it for you? I think I might be able to hunt up a few particulars....” He went away in a glow of resolution. Georgina was about the only intimate who regarded the new development without misgiving. “You think you’re going to do all sorts of things with these Hostels, Ella,” she said, “but as a matter of fact they’re bound to become just exactly what we’ve always wanted.” “And what may that be?” asked Mrs. Sawbridge over her macramé work. “Strongholds for a garrison of suffragettes,” said Georgina with the light of the Great Insane Movement in her eyes and a ringing note in her voice. “Fort Chabrols for women.” §6