Chapter XXII

AS they left the house an hour later, walking down the path slowly, shoulder to shoulder, she said:

"Mr. Brown, I _want_ you to like that house."

A sudden and subtly hideous idea glided into his brain.

"_You_ don't believe in suffragettes, do you?" he said, forcing a hollow laugh.

"Why, I _am_ one. Didn't you know it?"

"_You!_"

"Certainly. Goodness! how you did run! But," she added with innocent satisfaction, "I think I have secured every bit as good a one as the one Gladys chased out of a tree with her horrid marmoset."