Lord J. (chuckling). Yes, it isn't made up as carefully as your aunt's parties usually are. Here we've got Greatorex (takes his arm) who hates political women, and we've got in that mild and inoffensive-looking little lady——
(Motion over his shoulder towards Mrs. Freddy.)
Great. (shrinking down stage in comic terror). You don't mean she's really——
Jean (simultaneously and gaily rising). Oh, and you've got me!
Lord J. (with genial affection). My dear child, he doesn't hate the charming wives and sweethearts who help to win seats.
(Jean makes her uncle a discreet little signal of warning.)
Miss L. Mr. Greatorex objects only to the unsexed creatures who—a——
Lord J. (hastily to cover up his slip). Yes, yes, who want to act independently of men.
Miss L. Vote, and do silly things of that sort.