Bernard
Shaw. I sent you, Vivie--a newspaper with the announcement of my
marriage--Dj'ever get it?"
_Vivie_: "Never. But I was undergoing a sea-change of my own, just
then, which I will tell you all about presently."
_Frank_: "Well then. I came back to England on a hurried visit. You
remember, Praddy? But you were away in Italy and I couldn't find
Vivie anywhere. I called round at where your office was--Fraser and
Warren--where we parted in 1897--and there was no more Fraser and
Warren. Nobody knew anything about what had become of you. P'raps I
might have found out, but I got a bit huffy, thought you might have
written me a line about my marriage. I did write to Miss Fraser, but
the letter was returned from the Dead Letter office," (_Vivie_: "She
married Colonel Armstrong.") "Well, there it is! By some devilish
lucky chance I had no sooner got to London from Southhampton, day
before yesterday, than some one told me all about the expected row
between the Suffragettes and the police. Thought I'd go and see for
myself what this meant. No idea before how far the thing had gone,
or what brutes the police could be. Had a sort of notion, don't know
why, that dear old Viv would be in it, up to the neck. Got mixed up
in the crowd and helped a woman or two out of it. Lady Feenix--they
said it was--picked up some and took 'em into her motor.
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