in and again--'

"Before he could finish the sentence she had kissed him. She declared
afterwards that he was the first man she had ever kissed, and he declared
that she was the first woman who had ever kissed him in the Mall, so they
both secured a record of a kind.

"Within the next day or two a new departure was noticeable in Suffragette
tactics. They gave up worrying Ministers and Parliament and took to
worrying their own sympathisers and supporters--for funds. The ballot-
box was temporarily forgotten in the cult of the collecting-box. The
daughters of the horseleech were not more persistent in their demands,
the financiers of the tottering _ancien regime_ were not more desperate
in their expedients for raising money than the Suffragist workers of all
sections at this juncture, and in one way and another, by fair means and
normal, they really got together a very useful sum. What they were going
to do with it no one seemed to know, not even those who were most active
in collecting work. The secret on this occasion had been well kept.
Certain transactions that leaked out from time to time only added to the
mystery of the situation.

"'Don't you long to know what we are going to do with our treasure
hoard?' Lena asked the Prime Minister one day when she happened to sit
next to him at a whist drive at the Chinese Embassy.

"'I was hoping you were going to try a little personal bribery,' he
responded banteringly, but some genuine anxiety and curiosity lay behind
the lightness of his chaff; 'of course I know,' he added, 'that you have
been buying up building sites in commanding situations in and around the
Metropolis. Two or three, I'm told, are on the road to Brighton, and
another near Ascot. You don't mean to fortify them, do you?'

"'Something more insidious than that,' she said; 'you could prevent us
from building forts; you can't prevent us from erecting an exact replica
of the Victoria Memorial on each of those sites. They're all private
property, with no building restrictions attached.'

"'Which memorial?' he asked; 'not the one in front of Buckingham Palace?
Surely not that one?'

"'That one,' she said.

"'My dear lady,' he cried, 'you can't be serious. It is a beautiful and
imposing work of art--at any rate one is getting accustomed to it, and
even if one doesn't happen to admire it one can always look in another
direction. But imagine what life would be like if one saw that erection
confront