‘ “That one,” she said.

‘ “My dear lady,” he cried, “you can’t be serious. It is a beautiful and imposing work of art—at any rate, one is getting accustomed to it, and even if one doesn’t happen to admire it one can always look in another direction. But imagine what life would be like if one saw that erection confronting one wherever one went. Imagine the effect on people with tired, harassed nerves who saw it three times on the way to Brighton and three times again on the way back. Imagine seeing it dominate the landscape at Ascot, and trying to keep your eye off it on the Sandwich golf-links. What have your countrymen done to deserve such a thing?”

‘ “They have refused us the vote,” said Lena bitterly.

‘The Prime Minister always declared himself an opponent of anything savouring of panic legislation, but he brought a Bill into Parliament forthwith and successfully appealed to both Houses to pass it through all its stages within the week. And that is how we got one of the most glorious measures of the century.’

‘A measure conferring the vote on women?’ asked the nephew.

‘Oh, dear, no. An act which made it a penal offence to erect commemorative statuary anywhere within three miles of a public highway.’