With Jean blooming there before him, Stonor had no wish to prove his own nerves middle-aged.
'I think she's rather fun, myself. Though she ought to be taken home and well smacked.'
Somebody had interrupted to ask, 'If the House of Commons won't give you justice, why don't you go to the House of Lords?'
'What?' She hadn't heard, but the question was answered by some one who had.
'She'd 'ave to 'urry up. Case of early closin'!'
'You'll be allowed to ask any question you like,' she said, 'at the end of the meeting.'
'Wot's that? Oh, is it question time? I s'y, miss, 'oo killed Cock Robin?'
'I've got a question, too,' a boy called through his hollowed hands. 'Are—you—married?'
'Ere's your chance. 'E's a bachelor.'