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I guess we hurt the old folks quite enough as it is。〃
The bell rang and Madge opened the door herself。 It turned out to be Flossie。 Joan had not seen her since they had been at Girton together； and was surprised at Flossie's youthful 〃get up。〃 Flossie explained； and without waiting for any possible attack flew to her own defence。
〃The revolution that the world is waiting for；〃 was Flossie's opinion； 〃is the providing of every man and woman with a hundred and fifty a year。 Then we shall all be able to afford to be noble and high…minded。 As it is； nine…tenths of the contemptible things we do comes from the necessity of our having to earn our living。 A hundred and fifty a year would deliver us from evil。〃
〃Would there not still be the diamond dog…collar and the motor car left to tempt us？〃 suggested Madge。
〃Only the really wicked；〃 contended Flossie。 〃It would classify us。 We should know then which were the sheep and which the goats。 At present we're all jumbled together： the ungodly who sin out of mere greed and rapacity； and the just men compelled to sell their birthright of fine instincts for a mess of meat and potatoes。〃
〃Yah； socialist；〃 commented Madge； who was busy with the tea things。
Flossie seemed struck by an idea。
〃By Jove；〃 she exclaimed。 〃Why did I never think of it。 With a red flag and my hair down； I'd be in all the illustrated papers。 It would put up my price no end。 And I'd be able to get out of this silly job of mine。 I can't go on much longer。 I'm getting too well known。 I do believe I'll try it。 The shouting's easy enough。〃 She turned to Joan。 〃Are you going to take up socialism？〃 she demanded。
〃I may；〃 answered Joan。 〃Just to spank it； and put it down again。 I'm rather a believer in temptationthe struggle for existence。 I only want to make it a finer existence； more worth the struggle； in which the best man shall rise to the top。 Your 'universal security'that will be the last act of the human drama； the cue for ringing down the curtain。〃
〃But do not all our Isms work towards that end？〃 suggested Madge。
Joan was about to reply when the maid's announcement of 〃Mrs。 Denton〃 postponed the discussion。
Mrs。 Denton was a short； grey…haired lady。 Her large strong features must have made her； when she was young； a hard…looking woman； but time and sorrow had strangely softened them； while about the corners of the thin firm mouth lurked a suggestion of humour that possibly had not always been there。 Joan； waiting to be introduced； towered head and shoulders above her； yet when she took the small proffered hand and felt those steely blue eyes surveying her； she had the sensation of being quite insignificant。 Mrs。 Denton seemed to be reading her； and then still retaining Joan's hand she turned to Madge with a smile。
〃So this is our new recruit；〃 she said。 〃She is come to bring healing to the sad； sick worldto right all the old； old wrongs。〃
She patted Joan's hand and spoke gravely。 〃That is right； dear。 That is youth's metier； to take the banner from our failing hands； bear it still a little onward。〃 Her small gloved hand closed on Joan's with a pressure that made Joan wince。
〃And you must not despair；〃 she continued； 〃because in the end it will seem to you that you have failed。 It is the fallen that win the victories。〃
She released Joan's hand abruptly。 〃Come and see me to…morrow morning at my office；〃 she said。 〃We will fix up something that shall be serviceable to us both。〃
Madge flashed Joan a look。 She considered Joan's position already secured。 Mrs。 Denton was the doyen of women journalists。 She edited a monthly review and was leader writer of one of the most important dailies； besides being the controlling spirit of various social movements。 Anyone she 〃took up〃 would be assured of steady work。 The pay might not be able to compete with the prices paid for more popular journalism； but it would afford a foundation； and give to Joan that opportunity for influence which was her main ambition。
Joan expressed her thanks。 She would like to have had more talk with the stern old lady； but was prevented by the entrance of two new comers。 The first was Miss Lavery； a handsome； loud…toned young woman。 She ran a nursing paper； but her chief interest was in the woman's suffrage question； just then coming rapidly to the front。 She had heard Joan speak at Cambridge and was eager to secure her adherence； being wishful to surround herself with a group of young and good…looking women who should take the movement out of the hands of the 〃frumps；〃 as she termed them。 Her doubt was whether Joan would prove sufficiently tractable。 She intended to offer her remunerative work upon the Nursing News without saying anything about the real motive behind； trusting to gratitude to make her task the easier。
The second was a clumsy…looking； over…dressed woman whom Miss Lavery introduced as 〃Mrs。 Phillips； a very dear friend of mine； who is going to be helpful to us all；〃 adding in a hurried aside to Madge； 〃I simply had to bring her。 Will explain to you another time。〃 An apology certainly seemed to be needed。 The woman was absurdly out of her place。 She stood there panting and slightly perspiring。 She was short and fat； with dyed hair。 As a girl she had possibly been pretty in a dimpled； giggling sort of way。 Joan judged her； in spite of her complexion； to be about forty。
Joan wondered if she could be the wife of the Member of Parliament who occupied the rooms below her in Cowley Street。 His name； so the landlady had told her； was Phillips。 She put the suggestion in a whisper to Flossie。
〃Quite likely；〃 thought Flossie； 〃just the type that sort of man does marry。 A barmaid； I expect。〃
Others continued to arrive until altogether there must have been about a dozen women present。 One of them turned out to be an old schoolfellow of Joan's and two had been with her at Girton。 Madge had selected those who she knew would be sympathetic； and all promised help： those who could not give it direct undertaking to provide introductions and recommendations； though some of them were frankly doubtful of journalism affording Joan anything more than the meansnot always； too honestof earning a living。
〃I started out to preach the gospel： all that sort of thing；〃 drawled a Miss Simmonds from beneath a hat that； if she had paid for it； would have cost her five guineas。 〃Now my chief purpose in life is to tickle silly women into spending twice as much upon their clothes as their husbands can afford； bamboozling them into buying any old thing that our Advertising Manager instructs me to boom。〃
〃They talk about the editor's opinions；〃 struck in a fiery little woman who was busy flinging crumbs out of the window to a crowd of noisy sparrows。 〃It's the Advertiser edits half the papers。 Write anything that three of them object to； and your proprietor tells you to change your convictions or go。 Most of us change。〃 She jerked down the window with a slam。
〃It's the syndicates that have done it；〃 was a Mrs。 Elliot's opinion。 She wrote 〃Society Notes〃 for a Labour weekly。 〃When one man owned a paper he wanted it to express his views。 A company is only out for profit。 Your modern newspaper is just a shop。 It's only purpose is to attract customers。 Look at the Methodist Herald； owned by the same syndicate of Jews that runs the Racing News。 They work it as far as possible with the same staff。〃
〃We're a pack of hirelings；〃 asserted the fiery little woman。 〃Our pens are for sale to the highest bidder。 I had a letter from Jocelyn only two days ago。 He was one of the original staff of the Socialist。 He writes me that he has gone as leader writer to a Conservative paper at twice his former salary。 Expected me to congratulate him。〃
〃One of these days somebody will start a Society for the Reformation of the Press；〃 thought Flossie。 〃I wonder how the papers will take it？〃
〃Much as Rome took Savonarola；〃 thought Madge。
Mrs。 Denton had risen。
〃They are right to a great extent；〃 she said to Joan。 〃But not all the temple has been given over to the hucksters。 You shall place your preaching stool in some quiet corner； where the passing feet shall pause awhile to listen。〃
Her going was the signal for the breaking up of the party。 In a short time Joan and Madge found themselves left with only Flossie。
〃What on earth induced Helen to bring that poor old Dutch doll along with her？〃 demanded Flossie。 〃The woman never opened her mouth all the time。 Did she tell you？〃
〃No；〃 answered Madge； 〃but I think I can guess。 She hopesor perhaps 'fears' would be more correctthat her husband is going to join the Cabinet； and is trying to fit herself by suddenly studying political and social questions。 For a month she's been clinging like a leech to Helen Lavery； who takes her to meetings and gatherings。 I suppose they've struck up some sort of a bargain。 It's rather pathetic。〃
〃Good Heavens！ What a tragedy for the man；〃 commented Flossie。
〃What is he like？〃 asked Joan。
〃Not much to look at； if that's what you mean；〃 answered Madge。 〃Began life as a miner； I believe。 Looks like ending as Prime Minister。〃
〃I heard him at the Albert Hall la