'Give ye another month 'ard!'
In the midst of the laughter and interruptions, a dirty, beery fellow of fifty or so, from whom Stonor's arm was shielding Jean, turned to the pal behind him with—
'Ow'd yer like to be that one's 'usband? Think o' comin' 'ome to that!'
'I'd soon learn 'er!' answered the other, with a meaning look.
'Don't think that going to prison again has any fears for us. We'd go for life if by doing that we got freedom for the rest of the women.'
'Hear! Hear!'
'Rot!'
'W'y don't the men 'elp ye to get yer rights?'
'Here's some one asking why the men don't help. It's partly they don't understand yet—they will before we've done!' She wagged her head in a sort of comical menace, and the crowd screamed with laughter—'partly, they don't understand yet what's at stake——'