Jean. (with cheerful curiosity). Still, you are an advocate of the Suffrage, aren't you?
Mrs. F. Here? (Shrugs.) I don't beat the air.
Great. (mocking). Only policemen.
Mrs. F. (plaintively). If you cared to know the attitude of the real workers in the reform, you might have noticed in any paper last week we lost no time in dissociating ourselves from the little group of hysterical—— (Catches her husband's eye, and instantly checks her flow of words.)
Mrs. H. They have lowered the whole sex in the eyes of the entire world.
Jean (joining Geoffrey Stonor). I can't quite see what they want—those Suffragettes.
Great. Notoriety.
Farn. What they want? A good thrashin'—that's what I'd give 'em.
Miss L. (murmurs). Spirited fellow!