ays a
practical woman--should prove her mother's will, secure her heritage
and have it in hand as a fund from which to promote all the
happiness she could. I doubt whether she will give much of it to
"causes" rather than cases and to politics in preference to persons.
I think she was awfully disgusted when she was back in the England
of to-day not to find Mrs. Fawcett Prime Ministress and First Lady
of the Treasury, Annie Kenney at the Board of Trade and Christabel
Pankhurst running the Ministry of Health. It was disheartening after
the long struggle for the Woman's Vote and the equality of the sexes
in opportunity to find the same old men-muddlers in charge of all
public affairs and departments of state, and the only woman on the
benches of the House of Commons a millionaire peeress never before
identified with the struggle for the Woman's Cause.

However I think her disenchantment did not diminish the rapture at
finding herself once more in the intimacy of Honoria Armstrong. Sir
Petworth, when he ran over on leave from the Army of Occupation,
thought her enormously improved, though he had the tact not to say
so. He frankly made the _amende honorable_ for his suspicions and
churlishness of the past, and himself--I think--insisted on his
frank and friendly children calling her "Aunt Vivie." I am equally
sure that Vivie was not long in London before she appeared at dear
old Praddy's studio, beautifully gowned and looking years younger
than forty-three; and I shouldn't wonder but that her presence once
more in his circle will give his frame a fillip so that he may cheat
Death over a few more annual outbreaks of influenza. I am convinced
that he has left all his money, after providing a handsome annuity
for the parlour-maid, to Vivie, knowing that in her hands, far
more--and far more quickly than in those that direct princely and
public charities--will his funds reach the students and the
poverty-stricken artists whom he wants to benefit.

I think that after spending the first five months of 1919 in London,
getting No. 1 Park Crescent tidy again and fully repaired (because
Michael wished to pursue more thoroughly than ever his biological
researches), Vivie and Michael went off to spend their real
honeymoon in the Occupied Territory of the Rhineland, in that
never-to-be forgotten June, memorable for its splendid sunshine and
the beauty of its flowers and foliage. I think they did this
expressly (under the guise of a visi