... But Professor
Rossiter's coming on the scene was a grand thing. Besides being an
M.P., I needn't tell _you_, Mrs. Rossiter, he has a world-wide
reputation. Oh, we read your books, sir, out in South Africa, _I_
can tell you--Well--er--and here we are--and I'm monopolizing the
conversation."
Vivie sat opposite her old lover, and near to the man who loved her
now with such ill-concealed passion that his hand trembled for her
very proximity. She felt strangely elated, strangely gay, at times
inclined to laugh as she caught sight of her bruised and puffy
face in an opposite mirror, yet happy in the knowledge that
notwithstanding the thirteen years of separation, her repeated
rejection of his early love, her battered appearance, Frank still
felt tenderly towards her, still remembered the timbre of her voice.
Her mouth was too sore and swollen to make eating very pleasant. She
trifled with her food but she felt young and full of gay adventure.
Mrs. Rossiter a little overwhelmed with all the information Gardner
had poured out, a little irritated also at the dancing light in
Vivie's eyes, turned her questionings on her.
_Mrs. Rossiter_: "I suppose you are the Miss Warren who speaks so
much. I often see your name in the papers, especially in _Votes for
Women_ that the Professor takes in. Isn't it funny that a man should
care so much about women getting the vote? I'm sure _I_ don't want
it.
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