int
of view, whereas she apparently could not follow mine. She was very
gracious to me, however, showing me kindness and friendship in a dozen
ways, giving me an immense amount of her time and taking rather more of
my time than I could spare, but never forgetting for a moment that her
blood was among the oldest in Europe, and that all her traditions were
in keeping with its honorable age.

After the Berlin meeting Miss Anthony and I were invited to spend a
week-end at the home of Mrs. Jacob Bright, that "Aunt Susan" might renew
her acquaintance with Annie Besant. This visit is among my most vivid
memories. Originally "Aunt Susan" had greatly admired Mrs. Besant,
and had openly lamented the latter's concentration on theosophical
interests--when, as Miss Anthony put it, "there are so many live
problems here in this world." Now she could not conceal her disapproval
of the "other-worldliness" of Mrs. Besant, Mrs. Bright, and her
daughter. Some remarkable and, to me, most amusing discussions took
place among the three; but often, during Mrs. Besant's most sustained
oratorical flights, Miss Anthony's interest would wander, and she would
drop a remark that showed she had not heard a word. She had a great
admiration for Mrs. Besant's intellect; but she disapproved of her
flowing and picturesque white robes, of her bare feet, of her incessant
cigarette-smoking; above all, of her views. At last, one day.{sic} the
climax of the discussions came.

"Annie," demanded "Aunt Susan," "why don't you make that aura of
yours do its gallivanting in this world, looking up the needs of the
oppressed, and investigating the causes of present wrongs? Then you
could reveal to us workers just what we should do to put things right,
and we could be about it."

Mrs. Besant sighed and said that life was short and aeons were long,
and that while every one would be perfected some time, it was useless to
deal with individuals here.

"But, Annie!" exclaimed Miss Anthony, pathetically. "We ARE here! Our
business is here! It's our duty to do what we can here."

Mrs. Besant seemed not to hear her. She was in a trance, gazing into the
aeons.

"I'd rather have one year of your ability, backed up with common sense,
for the work of making this world better," cried the exasperated "Aunt
Susan," "than a million aeons in the hereafter!"

Mrs. Besant sighed again. It was plain that she could not bring herself
back from the other world, so Miss Anthony, perf