I've met with
the same disillusionment here as I did in British Columbia."
Lucy looked up at her brother.
"Did you attempt to give somebody money there?"
"I did. It's not worth discussing; and, anyway, she wouldn't
listen to me."
They strolled on, Vane frowning, while Carroll, noticing signs of
suppressed interest in Lucy's face, smiled unobserved. Neither he nor the
others thought of Mabel, who was following them.
Some time after they joined the others, Carroll lay back in a deep chair,
with his half-closed eyes turned in Lucy's direction.
"Are you asleep, or thinking hard?" Mrs. Chisholm asked him.
"Not more than half asleep," he laughed. "I was trying to remember _A
Dream of Fair Women_. It's a suitable occupation for a drowsy summer
afternoon in a place like this, but I must confess that it was Miss Vane
who put it into my head. She reminded me of one or two of the heroines
when she was championing the cause of the suffragist."
"You mustn't imagine that Englishwomen in general sympathize with her,
or that such ideas are popular at the Dene."
Carroll smiled reassuringly.
"I shouldn't have imagined the latter for a moment. But, as I said, on an
afternoon of this kind one may be excused for indulging in romantic
fancies. Don't you see what brought those old-time heroines into my mind?
I mean the elusive resemblance to their latter-day prototype?"
Mrs.
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