Evidently Democracy had been throbbing
with a passion for Protection hitherto unknown, even to itself.
"He means it kindly," laughed Phillips. "He is offering me an excuse to
surrender gracefully. We must have a public meeting or two after
Christmas, and clear the ground." They had got into the habit of
speaking in the plural.
Mrs. Phillips's conversion Joan found more difficult than she had
anticipated. She had persuaded Phillips to take a small house and let
her furnish it upon the hire system. Joan went with her to the widely
advertised "Emporium" in the City Road, meaning to advise her. But, in
the end, she gave it up out of sheer pity. Nor would her advice have
served much purpose, confronted by the "rich and varied choice" provided
for his patrons by Mr. Krebs, the "Furnisher for Connoisseurs."
"We've never had a home exactly," explained Mrs. Phillips, during their
journey in the tram. "It's always been lodgings, up to now. Nice
enough, some of them; but you know what I mean; everybody else's taste
but your own. I've always fancied a little house with one's own things
in it.
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