ng it because it pandered to their passions,
tickled their vices, and flattered their ignorance, despised and
disbelieved it. Here and there, an honest journal advocated a reform,
pleaded for the sweeping away of an injustice. The public shrugged its
shoulders. Another newspaper stunt! A bid for popularity, for
notoriety: with its consequent financial kudos.

She still continued to write for Greyson, but felt she was labouring for
the doomed. Lord Sutcliffe had died suddenly and his holding in the
_Evening Gazette_ had passed to his nephew, a gentleman more interested
in big game shooting than in politics. Greyson's support of Phillips had
brought him within the net of Carleton's operations, and negotiations for
purchase had already been commenced. She knew that, sooner or later,
Greyson would be offered the alternative of either changing his opinions
or of going. And she knew that he would go. Her work for Mrs. Denton
was less likely to be interfered with. It appealed only to the few, and
aimed at informing and explaining rather than directly converting. Useful
enough work in its way, no doubt; but to put heart into it seemed to
require longer views than is given to the eyes of youth.

Besides, her pen was no longer able to absorb her attention, to keep her
mind from wandering. The solitude of her desk gave her the feeling of a
prison. Her body made perpetual claims upon her, as though it were some
restless, fretful child, dragging her out into the streets without
knowing where it wanted to go, discontented with everything it did: then
hurrying her back to fling itself upon a chair, weary, but still
dissatisfied.

If only she could do something. She was sick of thinking.

These physical activities into which women were throwing themselves!
Where one used one's body as well as one's brain--hastened to
appointments; gathered round noisy tables; met fellow human beings,
argued with them, walked with them, laughing and talking; forced one's
way through crowds; cheered, shouted; stood up on platforms before a sea
of faces; roused applause, filling and emptying one's lungs; met
interruptions with swift flash of wit or anger, faced opposition,
danger--felt one's blood surging through one's veins, felt one's nerves
quivering with excitement; felt the delirious thrill of passion; felt the
mad joy of the loosened animal.

She threw herself into the suffrage movement. It satisfied her for a
while. She had the