'Well, now,' said a man patronizingly, 'that wusn't so bad—fur a woman.'
'N—naw. Not fur a woman.'
Jean had been standing on tip-toe making signals. Ah, at last Geoffrey saw her! But why was he looking so grave?
'No policeman?' Lady John asked.
'Not on that side. They seem to have surrounded the storm centre, which is just in front of the place you've rather unwisely chosen.' Indeed it was possible to see, further on, half a dozen helmets among the hats.
What was happening on the plinth seemed to have a lessened interest for Jean Dunbarton. She kept glancing sideways up under the cap brim at the eyes of the man at her side.
Lady John on the other hand was losing nothing. 'Is she one of them? That little thing?'
'I—I suppose so,' answered Stonor, doubtfully, though the chairman, with a cheerful air of relief, had introduced Miss Ernestine Blunt to the accompaniment of cheers and a general moving closer to the monument.
Lady John, after studying Ernestine an instant through her glass, turned to a dingy person next her, who was smoking a short pipe.
'Among those women up there,' said Lady John, 'can you tell me, my man, which are the ones that a—that make the disturbances?'