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He says the most horrid things about woman's suffrage so nicely, and
when I said I believed in equality he just folded his arms and gave me
such a setting down as I've never had. Meg, shall we ever learn to talk
less? I never felt so ashamed of myself in my life. I couldn't point to a
time when men had been equal, nor even to a time when the wish to be
equal had made them happier in other ways. I couldn't say a word. I had
just picked up the notion that equality is good from some
bookÑprobably from poetry, or you. Anyhow, it's been knocked into
pieces, and, like all people who are really strong, Mr. Wilcox did it
without hurting me. On the other hand, I laugh at them for catching hay
fever. We live like fighting-cocks, and Charles takes us out every day in
the motorÑa tomb with trees in it, a hermit's house, a wonderful road
that was made by the Kings of MerciaÑ tennisÑa cricket matchÑbridge
and at night we squeeze up in this lovely house. The whole clan's here
nowÑit's like a rabbit warren. Evie is a dear. They want me to stop over
SundayÑI suppose it won't matter if I do. Marvellous weather and the
views marvellousÑviews westward to the high ground. Thank you for
your letter. Burn this.
"Your affectionate "HELEN."
"Howards End, "Sunday.
"Dearest, dearest Meg,ÑI do not know what you will say: Paul and I
are in loveÑthe younger son who only came here Wednesday."