Voice. Y' oughtn't t' get mixed up in wot didn't concern you.
Miss L. I—I—— (Stumbles and stops.)
(Talking and laughing increases. "Wot's 'er name?" "Mrs. or Miss?" "Ain't seen this one before.")
Chairman (anxiously). Now, see here, men; don't interrupt——
A Girl (shrilly). I like this one's 'at. Ye can see she ain't one of 'em.
Miss L. (trying to recommence). I——
Voice. They're a disgrace—them women be'ind yer.
A Man with a Fatherly Air. It's the w'y they goes on as mykes the Government keep ye from gettin' yer rights.
Chairman (losing his temper). It's the way you go on that——
(Noise increases. Chairman drowned, waves his arms and moves his lips. Miss Levering discouraged, turns and looks at Ernestine Blunt and pantomimes "It's no good. I can't go on." Ernestine Blunt comes forward, says a word to the Chairman, who ceases gyrating, and nods.)