“Yes; I’ve been down Clifton Grove with Clara.”
His mother looked at him again.
“But won’t people talk?” she said.
“Why? They know she’s a suffragette, and so on. And what if they do talk!”
“Of course, there may be nothing wrong in it,” said his mother. “But you know what folks are, and if once she gets talked about — ”
“Well, I can’t help it. Their jaw isn’t so almighty important, after all.”