"Ah, shut away in his den?"

Genevieve nodded.

"It's a very important paper he has to write. It has to be done now, before
he is drawn into the whirl of campaign work."

"Of course! Of course! But I'm afraid the campaign is whirling already. I
will tell you what brought us, my dear. You know of course that Mrs. Harvey
Herrington has come out for suffrage--thrown in her whole personal weight
and, no doubt, her money. I can't understand it--with her home, and her
husband--going into the mire of politics. But that is what she has done.
And Grace Hatfield called up not ten minutes ago to say that she has just
led a delegation of ladies up to your husband's office. Think of it--to his
office! The first day!... Well, Emelene, it is some consolation that they
won't find him there."

"He isn't going to the office today," said Genevieve. "But what can they
want of him?"

"To get him to declare for suffrage, my dear."

"Oh--I'm sure he wouldn't do that!"

"Are you, my dear? Are you _sure_?"

"Well----"

"He has told you his views, of course?"