She sang the Marseillaise of Heine and of Schumann.

"'Daun reitet mein Kaiser wohl ueber mein Grab,
Viel' Schwerter klirren und blitzen;
Dann steig' ich gewaffnet hervor aus mein Grab,--
Den Kaiser, den Kaiser zu schuetzen!'"

The front of the Procession lifted as it went up Tyburn Hill.

Veronica could not see Michael and Nicholas, but she knew that they were
there. She knew it by the unusual steadiness of the standard that they
carried. Far away westwards, in the middle and front of the Procession,
the purple and the blue, the gold and white, the green, the scarlet and
orange and magenta standards rocked and staggered; they bent forwards;
they were flung backwards as the west wind took them. But the red, white
and blue standard that Michael and Nicholas carried went before her,
steady and straight and high.

And Veronica followed, carrying her thin, tall pole with the olive
wreath on the top of it, and the white dove sitting in the ring of the
wreath. She went with the music of Schumann and Heine sounding in
her soul.

XVII

Another year passed.

Frances was afraid for Michael now. Michael was being drawn in. Because
of his strange thoughts he was the one of all her children who had most
hidden himself from her; who would perhaps hide himself from her to
the very end.

Nicholas had settled down. He had left the Morss Company and gone into
his father's business for a while, to see whether he could stand it.
John was going into the business too when he left Oxford. John was even
looking forward to his partnership in what he called "the Pater's old
tree-game." He said, "You wait till I get my hand well in. Won't we
make it rip!"

John was safe. You could depend on him to keep out of trouble. He had no
genius for adventure. He would never strike out for himself any strange
or dangerous line. He had settled down at Cheltenham; he had settled
down at Oxford.

And Dorothea had settled down.

The Women's Franchise Union was now in the full whirl of its revolution.
Under the inspiring leadership of the Blathwaites it ran riot up and
down the country. It smashed windows; it hurled stone ginger-beer
bottles into the motor cars of Cabinet Ministers; it poured treacle into
pillar-boxes; it invaded the House of Commons by the water-way, in
barges, from which women, armed with megaphones, demanded the vote from
infamous legislators drinking tea on the Terrace; it went up in balloons
and sho