No, I forgot——
Mrs. H. (with majesty). Yes, it's not the first time you've forgotten.
Miss L. I forgot the magistrate's ruling. He said no decent woman had any business to be in London's main thoroughfare at night unless she has a man with her. I heard that in Nine Elms, too. "You're obliged to take up with a chap!" was what the woman said.
Mrs. H. (rising). Jean! Come!
(She takes Jean by her arm and draws her to the window, where she signals Greatorex and Farnborough. Mrs. Freddy joins her husband and Lord John.)
Lady John (kindly, aside to Miss Levering). My dear, I think Lydia Heriot's right. We oughtn't to do anything or say anything to encourage this ferment of feminism, and I'll tell you why: it's likely to bring a very terrible thing in its train.
Miss L. What terrible thing?
Lady John. Sex antagonism.
Miss L. (rising). It's here.