Agnes Douglas' personal saint, by choice, was Evita Peron, whom she fancied she resembled.  Her own persona, the mask that she held out to the world, was that of helper and satellite to the great man she was privileged to call husband.  She even held this mask up to herself, for she had the Red Queen's convenient ability to believe anything she wished to believe.  Nevertheless, her own political philosophy could have been stated baldly (which it never was) as a belief that men should rule the world and women should rule men.