Olive Custance, Alice Meynell, Dollie Radford, and the twain - Katherine Harris Bradley and Edith Emma Cooper, her niece and Sapphic lover - sheltering behind the joint nom de guerre, Michael Field, have long been accorded their due mead, but now, consequent to 'the substantial development of information and interest in women's writing in the last quarter of this century', are being confronted those denials
incivilly served out to what were whilom regarded as less worthy female talents.