As a matter of course he was a supporter of votes for women; an adherent
(equally as a matter of course) of the movement in its noisiest and most
intolerant form. He signed petitions denouncing forcible feeding and
attended meetings advocating civil war, where the civil warriors
complained with bitterness that the other side had hit them back; and
his contempt for the less virulent form of suffragist was as great as
his contempt for the Home Secretary and the orthodox members of the
Labour Party. It was at one of these meetings, in December 1913, that
he met Griselda Watkins.
Griselda Watkins, then a little under twenty-five, was his exact
counterpart in petticoats; a piece of blank-minded, suburban
young-womanhood caught into the militant suffrage movement and enjoying
herself therein. She was inclined to plumpness, had a fresh complexion,
a mouth slightly ajar and suggestive of adenoids, and the satisfied
expression which comes from a spirit at rest. Like William, she had
found peace of mind and perennial interest in the hearty denunciation of
those who did not agree with her.
On the night when William first saw her she wore, as a steward, a white
dress, a sash with the colours of her association and a badge denoting
that she had suffered for the Cause in Holloway. Her manner was
eminently self-conscious and assured, but at the same time almost
ostentatiously gracious and womanly; it was the policy of her particular
branch of the suffrage movement to repress manifestations of the
masculine type in its members and encourage fluffiness of garb and
appeal of manner. Griselda, who had a natural weakness for cheap
finery, was a warm adherent of the policy, went out window-smashing in a
picture-hat and cultivated ladylike charm.
She introduced herself to William after the meeting with a compliment on
his speech, which had been fiery enough even for her; they both
considered the compliment graceful and for a few minutes exchanged
sympathetic platitudes on martyrdom, civil war and the scoundrelly
behaviour of the Government. Even in those first few minutes they were
conscious of attraction for each other and pleased to discover, in the
course of their talk, that they should meet again next week on another
militant platform.
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