Warren" and
drag in the White Slave Traffic, to bewilder a jury and throw
discredit on the militant side of the Suffrage cause. Of course if
the true story of Vivie were fully known, she would rise triumphant
from such a recital.... Still ... throw plenty of mud and some of
it will stick.... And what _was_ her full, true story? Even in the
pure passion of the fight for liberty among these young and
middle-aged women, the tongue of scandal occasionally wagged in
moments of lassitude, discouragement, undeception. At such times
some weaker sister with a vulgar mind, or a mind with vulgar streaks
in it, might hint at the great interest taken in Vivie by a
distinguished man of science who had become an M.P. and a raging
suffragist. Or indecorum would be hinted in the relations between
this enigmatic woman, so prone seemingly to don male costume, and
the burly clerk who attended her so faithfully and had brought her
home on the night of Mrs. Pethick Lawrence's spirited raid.
So much so, that Vivie with a sigh, as soon as she attained
convalescence was fain to send for Bertie and tell him with
unanswerable decision that he must return to his work with Rossiter
and thither she would send from time to time special instructions if
he could help her business in any way.
This was done in January, 1912. Vivie's feet were now healed and the
woman surgeon was satisfied that she could walk on them without
displacing the reset bones.
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