Jean (gaily precipitates herself into the conversation). You remember Mrs. Freddy's friend who came to tea here in the winter? (To Greatorex.) He was a member of Parliament too—quite a little young one—he said women would never be respected till they had the vote!
(Greatorex snorts, the other men smile and all the women except Mrs. Heriot.)
Mrs. H. (sniffing). I remember telling him that he was too young to know what he was talking about.
Lord J. Yes, I'm afraid you all sat on the poor gentleman.
Lady John (entering). Oh, there you are!
(Greets Miss Levering.)
Jean. It was such fun. He was flat as a pancake when we'd done with him. Aunt Ellen told him with her most distinguished air she didn't want to be "respected."
Mrs. F. (with a little laugh of remonstrance). My dear Lady John!
Farn. Quite right! Awful idea to think you're respected!
Miss L. (smiling). Simply revolting.