"Certainly. She says that all heads of houses are relics of the dark
ages."

The Doctor muttered something and stamped his foot upon the carpet.
Then without a word he passed out into the garden and his daughters
could see him striding furiously up and down, cutting off the heads of
the flowers with a switch.

"Oh, you darling! You played your part so splendidly!" cried Ida.

"But how cruel it is! When I saw the sorrow and surprise in his eyes I
very nearly put my arms about him and told him all. Don't you think we
have done enough?"

"No, no, no. Not nearly enough. You must not turn weak now, Clara. It
is so funny that I should be leading you. It is quite a new experience.
But I know I am right. If we go on as we are doing, we shall be able to
say all our lives that we have saved him. And if we don't, oh, Clara,
we should never forgive ourselves."



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CHAPTER X.


WOMEN OF THE FUTURE.