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had not fathomed; and the mystery of his nature laid 
more of a spell upon her than she liked。 Moreover; she 
could not prevent herself from doing now what she had 
often blamed others of her sex for doing—from endowing 
her friend with a kind of heavenly fire; and passing 
her life before it for his sanction。 

Under this process; the mittee rather dwindled in 
importance; the Suffrage shrank; she vowed she would 
work harder at the Italian language; she thought she would 
take up the study of birds。 But this program for a perfect 
life threatened to bee so absurd that she very soon 
caught herself out in the evil habit; and was rehearsing 
her speech to the mittee by the time the chestnut
colored bricks of Russell Square came in sight。 Indeed; 
she never noticed them。 She ran upstairs as usual; and 
was pletely awakened to reality by the sight of Mrs。 
Seal; on the landing outside the office; inducing a very 
large dog to drink water out of a tumbler。 

“Miss Markham has already arrived;” Mrs。 Seal remarked; 

with due solemnity; “and this is her dog。” 

“A very fine dog; too;” said Mary; patting him on the 
head。 

“Yes。 A magnificent fellow; Mrs。 Seal agreed。 “A kind of 
St。 Bernard; she tells me—so like Kit to have a St。 Bernard。 
And you guard your mistress well; don’t you; Sailor? 
You see that wicked men don’t break into her larder when 
she’s out at HER work—helping poor souls who have lost 
their way… 。 But we’re late—we must begin!” and scattering 
the rest of the water indiscriminately over the floor; 
she hurried Mary into the mitteeroom。 

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Night and Day 

CHAPTER XIV 


Mr。 Clacton was in his glory。 The machinery which he had 
perfected and controlled was now about to turn out its 
bimonthly product; a mittee meeting; and his pride 
in the perfect structure of these assemblies was great。 
He loved the jargon of mitteerooms; he loved the 
way in which the door kept opening as the clock struck 
the hour; in obedience to a few strokes of his pen on a 
piece of paper; and when it had opened sufficiently often; 
he loved to issue from his inner chamber with documents 
in his hands; visibly important; with a preoccupied 
expression on his face that might have suited a Prime 
Minister advancing to meet his Cabi。 By his orders the 
table had been decorated beforehand with six sheets of 
blottingpaper; with six pens; six inkpots; a tumbler and 
a jug of water; a bell; and; in deference to the taste of 
the lady members; a vase of hardy chrysanthemums。 He 
had already surreptitiously straightened the sheets of 
blottingpaper in relation to the inkpots; and now stood 
in front of the fire engaged in conversation with Miss 

Markham。 But his eye was on the door; and when Mary 
and Mrs。 Seal entered; he gave a little laugh and observed 
to the assembly which was scattered about the 
room: 

“I fancy; ladies and gentlemen; that we are ready to 
mence。” 

So speaking; he took his seat at the head of the table; 
and arranging one bundle of papers upon his right and 
another upon his left; called upon Miss Datchet to read 
the minutes of the previous meeting。 Mary obeyed。 A keen 
observer might have wondered why it was necessary for 
the secretary to knit her brows so closely over the tolerably 
matteroffact statement before her。 Could there be 
any doubt in her mind that it had been resolved to circularize 
the provinces with Leaflet No。 3; or to issue a statistical 
diagram showing the proportion of married women 
to spinsters in New Zealand; or that the  profits of 
Mrs。 Hipsley’s Bazaar had reached a total of five pounds 
eight shillings and twopence halfpenny? 

Could any doubt as to the perfect sense and propriety 
of these statements be disturbing her? No one could have 

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guessed; from the look of her; that she was disturbed at 
all。 A pleasanter and saner woman than Mary Datchet 
was never seen within a mitteeroom。 She seemed a 
pound of the autumn leaves and the winter sunshine; 
less poetically speaking; she showed both gentleness and 
strength; an indefinable promise of soft maternity blending 
with her evident fitness for honest labor。 Nevertheless; 
she had great difficulty in reducing her mind to 
obedience; and her reading lacked conviction; as if; as 
was indeed the case; she had lost the power of visualizing 
what she read。 And directly the list was pleted; 
her mind floated to Lincoln’s Inn Fields and the fluttering 
wings of innumerable sparrows。 Was Ralph still enticing 
the baldheaded cocksparrow to sit upon his hand? 
Had he succeeded? Would he ever succeed? She had meant 
to ask him why it is that the sparrows in Lincoln’s Inn 
Fields are tamer than the sparrows in Hyde Park—perhaps 
it is that the passersby are rarer; and they e to 
recognize their benefactors。 For the first halfhour of the 
mittee meeting; Mary had thus to do battle with the 
skeptical presence of Ralph Denham; who threatened to 

have it all his own way。 Mary tried half a dozen methods 
of ousting him。 She raised her voice; she articulated distinctly; 
she looked firmly at Mr。 Clacton’s bald head; she 
began to write a note。 To her annoyance; her pencil drew 
a little round figure on the blottingpaper; which; she 
could not deny; was really a baldheaded cocksparrow。 
She looked again at Mr。 Clacton; yes; he was bald; and so 
are cocksparrows。 Never was a secretary tormented by 
so many unsuitable suggestions; and they all came; alas! 
with something ludicrously grotesque about them; which 
might; at any moment; provoke her to such flippancy as 
would shock her colleagues for ever。 The thought of what 
she might say made her bite her lips; as if her lips would 
protect her。 

But all these suggestions were but flotsam and jetsam 
cast to the surface by a more profound disturbance; which; 
as she could not consider it at present; manifested its 
existence by these grotesque nods and beckonings。 Consider 
it; she must; when the mittee was over。 Meanwhile; 
she was behaving scandalously; she was looking 
out of the window; and thinking of the color of the sky; 

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and of the decorations on the Imperial Hotel; when she 
ought to have been shepherding her colleagues; and pinning 
them down to the matter in hand。 She could not 
bring herself to attach more weight to one project than 
to another。 Ralph had said—she could not stop to consider 
what he had said; but he had somehow divested the 
proceedings of all reality。 And then; without conscious 
effort; by some trick of the brain; she found herself being 
interested in some scheme for organizing a newspaper 
campaign。 Certain articles were to be written; certain 
editors approached。 What line was it advisable to 
take? She found herself strongly disapproving of what 
Mr。 Clacton was saying。 She mitted herself to the 
opinion that now was the time to strike hard。 Directly 
she had said this; she felt that she had turned upon Ralph’s 
ghost; and she became more and more in earnest; and 
anxious to bring the others round to her point of view。 
Once more; she knew exactly and indisputably what is 
right and what is wrong。 As if emerging from a mist; the 
old foes of the public good loomed ahead of her—capitalists; 
newspaper proprietors; antisuffragists; and; in 

some ways most pernicious of all; the masses who take 
no interest one way or another—among whom; for the 
time being; she certainly discerned the features of Ralph 
Denham。 Indeed; when Miss Markham asked her to suggest 
the names of a few friends of hers; she expressed 
herself with unusual bitterness: 

“My friends think all this kind of thing useless。” She 
felt that she was really saying that to Ralph himself。 

“Oh; they’re that sort; are they?” said Miss Markham; 
with a little laugh; and with renewed vigor their legions 
charged the foe。 

Mary’s spirits had been low when she entered the mittee
room; but now they were considerably improved。 
She knew the ways of this world; it was a shapely; orderly 
place; she felt convinced of its right and its wrong; and 
the

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