I got in an awful scrape over political things
just the little time I was in Paris. It was when the Dreyfus case was
on. Madame Bertrand was terrified at the way I aired my opinions. You
see politics are so different abroad to what they are in England."
Emile agreed. The girl was developing even more than he had hoped.
"Ah! This is the first time I've ever heard about your political
opinions."
"You've never asked me before. One doesn't know everything about a
person at once."
Again Emile agreed. Then he said abruptly, "Well, if you have all
these ideas you'd better join the Cause."
"I'd love to! Shall I have to go to meetings with Sobrenski and all
the rest of them?"
"Probably. But you'll not be expected to talk. You may be told to do
some writing or carry messages."
"Is that all?" She seemed rather disappointed. Emile felt for a
moment almost inclined to develop scruples. She evidently regarded
Anarchy at large as a species of particularly exciting diversion.
"Who are the other women mixed up with it?" she asked.
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