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Updated: September 14, 2025
So the stale summer of 1910 wore itself away in recriminations, hopings against probability that the newer types of Liberal statesmen were honest men, keepers of promises, not merely as Vivie said in one of the many speeches that got her into trouble "Bridge-players, first and foremost, golf-players when they couldn't play bridge, or speculators on the Stock Exchange, champagne drinkers; and prone to eat at their Lucullus banquets, public and private, till they sometimes fainted with indigestion."
Leaving most of her luggage at the cloak-room it took her about three-quarters of an hour even to approach the receiving counter Vivie walked across to the Palace Hotel and asked the night porter to get her a room. But every room was occupied, they said Americans, British, wealthy war refugees from southern Belgium, military officers of the Allies.
"I expect as a matter of fact they found nothing in that poor young's man's papers to implicate you. They just wanted the brutes to give you a good fright ... and I dare say ... such is the military mind even wished you to see him shot. "By the bye, I suppose you have heard that von Bissing is very ill? Dying, perhaps " Vivie: "I hope so. I am so glad.
Counsel for the prosecution: "We have in you the mainspring of this rebellious movement..." Vivie: "Have you?" Counsel: "Are you not the daughter of the notorious Mrs. Warren?" Vivie: "My mother's name certainly is Warren. For what is she notorious?" Counsel: "Well er for being associated abroad with er a certain type of hotel synonymous with a disorderly house " Vivie: "Indeed?
Vivie: "Yes the pretty girl short, curly hair, brown eyes, rather full lips, good at mathematics hockey ... purposely shocked you by her outspokenness well?" Norie: "Well, she's had a baby ... a month ago ... awful rumpus with her people ... Father's Dean Clarges ... Norwich or Ely, I forget which ... They've put her in a Nursing Home in Seymour Street.
This one has been wounded in South Africa and he's so good-looking, though the back of his head is scarred and he'll always walk with a limp.... Now then! Why do you look so solemn? Put on your hat..." Vivie: "I look solemn because I'm just considering a proposal of marriage or rather, the fewest words in which I can refuse it.
Probably no one to whom she mentioned the matter thought she contemplated offering up her own life; at most they must have imagined some speech from the Grand Stand, some address to Royalty thrown into the Royal pavilion, some waving of a Suffrage Flag or early-morning placarding of the bookies' stands. Vivie however had been turning her thoughts to horse-racing as a field of activity.
"However, I have still the whole scheme to work out and when I'm ready to start on it which will be very soon I'll let you know. "D'you mind posting these letters as you go out? I shall change back to Vivie Warren in a dressing gown, give myself a light supper, and then put in two hours studying Latin and Norman French. Good night, dearest!"
Vivie: "He did, and died last year in a South African hospital. Had he er er many relations, I mean did he come of well-known people?" Praed: "I fancy not. His father was just a dreamy old Welsh clergyman always seeing visions and believing himself a descendant of the Druids, Sam Gardner told me; and his mother had either died long ago or had run away from her husband, I forget which.
And there was poor Vivie, locked up in Brussels, if indeed she were still living. Linda felt shocked at her own treachery to the Woman's Cause in having betrayed that poor, well-meaning Miss Warren to the police. Perhaps she might some day tell Michael, when he returned.
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