When the girl spoke he started as though from sleep and turned to his visitor. When he saw her he rose quickly and gasped "Barbara!" but recovered himself and advanced with outstretched hands.
"You remember me?" she said, pleased that the years had done so well for her.
"I could not forget you," he said lightly, "and you have not changed." His tone seemed a question as well as a statement.
"My opinions haven't," she said, rather coldly, "and it's about them I have come to see you."
He motioned her to be seated and seemed disappointed.
"What can I do for you," he said, "Mrs.—did the servant say 'Mrs. Pilsoner'?"
She laughed. "No; I am still Miss Gillson."
His face cleared. He moved a trifle nearer her. She thought to herself, "I am sure of his support, if he has so much sentiment left," and turned to him smiling. "I'm a member of the Women's League, and we want your help in Parliament."
"I have always been against allowing women
