But I'm not a professional reformer, like a lot of them are at Kingsway.
It isn't my meat and drink. And I don't think it matters much whether we
get the vote next year or in ten years. I'm Winifred Ingate before I'm
anything else. And so long as I'm pretty comfortable no one's going to make
me believe that the world's coming to an end. I know one thing--if we did
get the vote it would take me all my time to keep most of the women I know
from, voting for something silly."

"Winnie," said Audrey. "You're very sensible sometimes."

"I'm always very sensible," Winnie retorted, "until I get nervous. Then I'm
apt to skid."

Without more words they transformed the studio, by a few magical strokes,
from a drawing-room into a bedroom. Audrey, the last to retire,
extinguished the lamp, and tripped to her bed behind her screen. Only a few
slight movements disturbed the silence.

"Winnie," said Audrey suddenly. "I do believe you're one of those awful
people who compromise. You're always right in the middle of the raft."

But Miss Ingate, being fast asleep, offered no answer.



CHAPTER XV

THE RIGHT BANK