Votes for Women: A Play in Three Acts

by Elizabeth Robins

Jean. No?

Miss L. It's so much worse I dare not tell about it—even if you weren't here I couldn't.

Mrs. H. (to Jean). You needn't suppose, darling, that those wretched creatures feel it as we would.

Miss L. The girls who need shelter and work aren't all serving-maids.

Mrs. H. (with an involuntary flash). We know that all the women who—make mistakes aren't.

Miss L. (steadily). That is why every woman ought to take an interest in this—every girl too.

Jean Lady John } (simultaneously) { Yes—oh,yes! No. This is a matter for us older——

Mrs. H. (with an air of sly challenge). Or for a person who has some special knowledge. (Significantly.) We can't pretend to have access to such sources of information as Miss Levering.

Miss L. (meeting Mrs. Heriot's eye steadily). Yes, for I can give you access. As you seem to think, I have some first-hand knowledge about homeless girls.