The president of the NUWSS was a woman called Millicent Garrett Fawcett.
Millicent had tried most methods—and she possessed many—hitherto in vain.
"Lady Millicent, you look pale," said Sir Ulick, as he handed her out.
"Something ought to be done, Guardy," Millicent Conyers said indignantly.
Millicent rose with a sigh, and carried her work to her room as she was bidden.
She was unsuspectingly accepted as Millicent Moore, and found her impersonation of that young lady not at all difficult.
Millicent said strength and the admiration of strength is his keynote.
She had decided that Millicent must not be allowed to marry Gladwyne, but she could not bring herself to denounce the man.
It was a faithful list of Miss Millicent's charms, so far as they were apparent to him.
"Mother's dead," said Millicent dully; and her big eyes which had been so dull, shone suddenly bright with tears.