Miss E. B. (facing the crowd). Look here. If the Government withhold the vote because they don't like the way some of us ask for it—let them give it to the Quiet Ones. Does the Government want to punish all women because they don't like the manners of a handful? Perhaps that's you men's notion of justice. It isn't women's.
Voices. Haw! haw!
Miss L. Yes. Th-this is the first time I've ever "gone on," as you call it, but they never gave me a vote.
Miss E. B. (with energy). No! And there are one—two—three—four women on this platform. Now, we all want the vote, as you know. Well, we'd agree to be disfranchised all our lives, if they'd give the vote to all the other women.
Voice. Look here, you made one speech, give the lady a chawnce.
Miss E. B. (retires smiling). That's just what I wanted you to do!
Miss L. Perhaps you—you don't know—you don't know——
Voice (sarcastic). 'Ow 're we goin' to know if you can't tell us?
Miss L. (flushing and smiling). Thank you for that. We couldn't have a better motto. How are you to know if we can't somehow manage to tell you? (With a visible effort she goes on.) Well, I certainly didn't know before that the sergeants and policemen are instructed to deceive the people as to the time such cases are heard. You ask, and you're sent to Marlborough Police Court instead of to Marylebone.