And she came back from school a very ladylike little person.

If pressed, she could reel off all kinds of artificial scraps of knowledge, like a dear little parrot.

But she had never heard of Karl Marx and didn't want to hear.

She had a vague notion that International Socialism was a movement in favour of throwing bombs at monarchs and of seizing the wealth of the rich in order to divide it among the poor--and she regarded it as abominable.

When her father gave her Fabian Society tracts to read, he might just as well, for all her understanding of the argument, set her down to a Treatise on the Infinitesimal Calculus.