Stonor. Why not? (Laughs.) I can forgive them for worrying the late Government. But they are disorderly.
Miss L. (quietly). Isn't the phrase consecrated to a different class?
Great. (who has got hold of the Sunday paper). He's perfectly right. How do you do? Disorderly women! That's what they are!
Farn. (reading over his shoulder). Ought to be locked up! every one of 'em.
Great. (assenting angrily). Public nuisances! Going about with dog whips and spitting in policemen's faces.
Mrs. F. (with a harassed air). I wonder if they did spit?
Great. (exulting). Of course they did.
Mrs. F. (turns on him). You're no authority on what they do. You run away.
Great. (trying to turn the laugh). Run away? Yes. (Backing a few paces.) And if ever I muster up courage to come back, it will be to vote for better manners in public life, not worse than we have already.
Mrs. F. (meekly). So should I. Don't think that I defend the Suffragette methods.