CHAPTER EIGHTAt last it was time to leave London. The election was under way in the new constituencies, and with new voters.
Lord Blakemore’s estate lay within Sir Elroy’s constituency, and the family travelled to East Gradley on the same train as the Clarendons. Sir John came with them and spent most of his time talking to Lady Doreen.
“The thing that makes this election different to any other,” he explained, “is that this country now has an extra one and a half million voters. Men owning land of a certain value, or even renting rooms of a certain value, can vote for the first time ever.”
“But only men?” Lady Doreen said.
Sir John grinned.
“You must talk to Miss Clarendon about that. She has strong views on the subject, as, indeed, she has on every subject.”
“As every woman should,”
