Loud Voice. You won't get many men.
Miss L. (with fire). Then it's to the women I appeal!
(She is about to retire when, with a sudden gleam in her lit eyes, she turns for the last time to the crowd, silencing the general murmur and holding the people by the sudden concentration of passion in her face.)
I don't mean to say it wouldn't be better if men and women did this work together—shoulder to shoulder. But the mass of men won't have it so. I only hope they'll realise in time the good they've renounced and the spirit they've aroused. For I know as well as any man could tell me, it would be a bad day for England if all women felt about all men as I do.
(She retires in a tumult. The others on the platform close about her. The Chairman tries in vain to get a hearing from the excited crowd.)
(Jean tries to make her way through the knot of people surging round her.)
Stonor (calls). Here!—Follow me!
Jean. No—no—I——
Stonor. You're going the wrong way.
Jean. This is the way I must go.
Stonor. You can get out quicker on this side.