Mr. Ferrier perceived her annoyance, and smiled over it. In spite of his
long friendship with the family, Isabel Fotheringham was no favorite
with the great man. She had long seemed to him a type--a strange and
modern type--of the feminine fanatic who allows political difference to
interfere not only with private friendship but with the nearest and most
sacred ties; and his philosopher's soul revolted. Let a woman talk
politics, if she must, like this eager idealist girl--not with the venom
and gall of the half-educated politician. "As if we hadn't enough of
that already!"
Other spectators paid more frivolous visits to the scene. Bobbie Forbes
and Alicia Drake, attracted by the sounds of war, looked in from the
next room. Forbes listened a moment, shrugged his shoulders, made a
whistling mouth, and then walked off to a glass bookcase--the one sign
of civilization in the vast room--where he was soon absorbed in early
editions of English poets, Lady Lucy's inheritance from a literary
father. Alicia moved about, a little restless and scornful, now
listening unwillingly, and now attempting diversions. But in these she
found no one to second her, not even the two pink-and-white nieces of
Lady Lucy, who did not understand a word of what was going on, but were
none the less gazing open-mouthed at Diana.
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