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Besides, it would scarcely be fair to deprive the young man of the credit he certainly deserves for the masterly way in which he drew up the agreements which Titherington and I signed. All this causes me to hesitate, even now at the eleventh hour, about publishing the book at all. One consideration, however, decides me to go on and face the consequences, whatever they may be.
"I'm quite ready to give a sovereign a bottle if necessary, and I'm sure that Titherington would, too. The point is that my nurse won't let me have any, and I don't suppose Titherington's wife will let him. That ass McMeekin insists on poisoning me with barley water, and Titherington's doctor, whoever he is, is most likely doing the same." "I see," said Lalage.
"You know what Archdeacons are. There isn't one of them belonging to any church who wouldn't disapprove strongly of Miss Beresford." Titherington grunted. "If I thought an Archdeacon would be any use," he said, "I'd get a dozen if I had to pay them fifty pounds apiece." "They wouldn't help in the slightest. Miss Beresford and Hilda have libelled twenty-three bishops in their day.
But I'd be afraid of their going back on us and supporting Vittie. Anyhow, if these women are the right sort they'll pursue Vittie round and round the constituency and yell at him every time he opens his mouth." I took the letter from Titherington. It was headed A.S.P.L. and signed Lalage Beresford. "Are you quite sure," I said, "that the A.S.P.L. is a woman's suffrage society?"
Titherington put the empty bottle in the pocket of his overcoat and packed up the eleven full bottles in the bag again. He locked the bag and then pushed it as far as he could under my bed with his foot. He knew, just as well as I did, that either the nurse or McMeekin would steal the champagne if they saw it lying about. "Now," he said, "you're not feeling so chippy." "No, I'm not.
Hilda trotted it out of a small bag which she carried attached to her waist by a chain. I opened it and read aloud: "Memorandum of an agreement made this tenth day of February between the Members of the A.S.P.L., hereinafter called the Speakers, of the one part, and Joseph P. Titherington, election agent, of the other." "I call that rather good," said Lalage.
"I rather hoped," said Miss Pettigrew, "that you might have some suggestion that would help us." "I made my only suggestion to Titherington a week ago and it didn't come off. There's no use my making it again!" "What was it? Perhaps I could work it out." "It wasn't much of a suggestion really. It was only Hilda's mother." "I've wired to her and she'll be here to-morrow.
I have never seen a more unutterably abhorrent sight than Titherington in evening dress. The nurse rebuked him for having wakened me, which showed me that she was a fool as well as a wantonly cruel woman. I had not been asleep and any nurse who knew her business would have seen that I was only pretending. Titherington took no notice of her.
He talked vague nonsense about periods of incubation, whereas I wanted to know the earliest date at which I might expect to see him and Titherington stricken down, I hated McMeekin worse than ever for his dogged stupidity. The next day McMeekin said I was better, which showed me that Titherington was right in saying that he was no damned use as a doctor. I was very distinctly worse.
I felt encouraged. "You didn't commit me in any way, I hope," I said. "Certainly not. I didn't have to. She was as keen as nuts on helping us and didn't ask a single question about your views on the suffrage question. I needn't say I didn't introduce the subject." "You didn't sign anything, I suppose?" Titherington became visibly embarrassed. He hesitated.
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