We have often heard of men doing things that they
thought wrong or did not want to do owing to the tears and lamentations or the smiles and cajoleries of women, or, again, owing to what Shakespeare-called their "damnable-iteration." We have never heard of women getting their way by slapping
men's faces, or running pins into their flesh behind the thumb nails, or by breaking their favourite golf clubs, or throwing their best cigars on the fire. We shall be surprised, therefore, if the destruction of the Pavilion at Kew or the use of bombs at Walton Heath secures votes for women. In this context we desire to express our unfeigned sympathy with Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd George on the destruction of their house. Every man or woman who has watched a country house being finished knows the keen pleasures of anticipation and of the thought of "getting in" in the spring with the daffodils and violets, and can appreciate the disappointment which must come with the postponement of these vernal hopes. That the destruction has been wrought by a set of crazy fanatics must be peculiarly annoying. The outrage has caused wide- spread indignation.
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