Lord J. Well, there's one sure thing—they've dished their goose.
(Greatorex chuckles, still reading the account.)
I believe these silly scenes are a pure joy to you.
Great. Final death-blow to the whole silly business!
Jean (mystified, looking from one to the other). The Suffragettes don't seem to know they're dead.
Great. They still keep up a sort of death-rattle. But they've done for themselves.
Jean (clasping her hands with fervour). Oh, I hope they'll last till the election's over.
Farn. (stares). Why?
Jean. Oh, we want them to get the working man to—(stumbling and a little confused)—to vote for ... the Conservative candidate. Isn't that so?
(Looking round for help. General laughter.)