Besides in 1912, if I mistake not, Dr.
Smith-Woodward and Mr. Charles Dawson made that discovery of the
remains of an ape-like man in the gravels of mid-Sussex; and the
hounds of Anthropology went off on a new scent at full cry, Rossiter
foremost in the pack.
Mrs. Rossiter in the same year allowed herself more and more to be
tempted into anti-suffrage discussions at the houses of peers or of
strong-minded, influential ladies who were on the easiest terms with
peers and potentates. She still resented the line her husband
had taken in politics and believed it to be chiefly due to an
inexplicable interest in Vivien Warren who she began to feel was the
same person as "David Williams."
If she could only master the "Anti" arguments--they sounded so
convincing from the lips of Miss Violet Markham or Mrs. Humphry Ward
or some suave King's Counsel with the remnants of mutton-chop
whiskers--if she could wean Michael away from that disturbing
nonsense--he could assign "militancy" as the justification of his
change of mind...! All that was asked by Authority, so far as she
could interpret hints from great ladies, was neutrality, the return
of Professor Rossiter to the paths of pure science in which area no
one disputed his eminence. _Then_ he might receive that knighthood
that was long overdue; better still his next lot of discoveries in
anatomy might bring him the peerage he richly deserved and which her
wealth would support.
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