There are no poachers--and no murders. The girls
prefer to be married, and the Tranmores give so much away that no one
has the smallest excuse for starvation. Kitty gets nothing out of them
whatever."
"In the way of literary material?"
Mrs. Alcot nodded.
"Last week she was so discouraged that she was inclined to give up
fiction and take to journalism."
"Heavens! Political?"
"Oh,
la haute politique, of course."
"H'm. The wives of cabinet ministers have often inspired articles. I
don't remember an instance of their writing them."
"Well, Kitty is inclined to try."
"With Ashe's sanction?"
"Goodness, no! But Kitty, as you are aware"--Mrs. Alcot threw a prudent
glance to right and left--"goes her own way. She believes she can be of
great service to her husband's policy."
Darrell's lip twitched.
"If you were in Ashe's position, would you rather your wife neglected or
supported your political interests?"
Mrs. Alcot shrugged her shoulders.
"Kitty made a considerable mess of them last year."
"No doubt. She forgot they existed. But I think if I were Ashe, I should
be more afraid of her remembering.
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