gh Professor Rossiter. I dare say it's a silly idea of
mine, but what I fear sometimes--is that if the fact comes out that
_I_ was David Williams, some Vaughan or Price or other Williams may
call the old man's will in question and get it put into Chancery,
get the money taken away from poor old Bridget Evanwy and the
village hall which I've endowed. That's all. If it wasn't that I've
disposed of my supposed father's money in the way I think he would
have liked best, I shouldn't care a hang if they found out the trick
I'd played on the Benchers. D'you see?"

_Frank_: "I see."

The next day Vivie wisely spent in bed, healing her wounds and
resting her limbs which after the mental excitement was over ached
horribly. Honoria came round and listened, applauded, pitied,
laughed and concurred.

But she was well enough on the following Tuesday after Black Friday
to attend another meeting of the W.S.P.U. at Caxton Hall, to hear
one more ambiguous, tricky, many-ways-to-be-interpreted promise of
the then Prime Minister. Mrs. Pankhurst pointing out the vagueness
of these assurances announced her intention then and there of going
round to Downing Street to ask for a more definite wording. Vivie
and many others followed this dauntless lady. Their visit was
unexpected, the police force was small and the Suffragettes had two
of the Cabinet Ministers at their mercy. They contented themselves
by shaking, hustling, frightening but not otherwise injuring their
victims before the latter were rescued and put into taxi-cabs.

CHAPTER XIV

MILITANCY

The Lilacs,
Victoria Road, S.W.
_December_ 31, 1910.

DEAR MICHAEL,--

I'm so glad you got returned all right by your University. I
feared very much your championship of the Woman's Cause
might have told against you. But these newer Universities
are more liberal-minded.

I am keeping my promise to tell you of any important move I
am making. So this is to inform you, _in very strict
confidence_, of my latest dodge. For the effective
organization of my particular branch of the W.S.P.U.
activities, I must have an office. "The Lilacs" is far too
small, and besides I shrink from having my little home
raided or too much visited even by confederates. I learned
the other day that the old Fraser and Warren offices on the