Miss E. B. (unable to hear). You'll be allowed to ask any question you like at the end of the meeting.
New-comer (boy of eighteen). Oh, is it question time? I s'y, Miss, 'oo killed cock robin?
(She is about to resume, but above the general noise the voice of a man at the back reaches her indistinct but insistent. She leans forward trying to catch what he says. While the indistinguishable murmur has been going on Geoffrey Stonor has appeared on the edge of the crowd, followed by Jean and Lady John in motor veils.)
Jean (pressing forward eagerly and raising her veil). Is she one of them? That little thing!
Stonor (doubtfully). I—I suppose so.
Jean. Oh, ask some one, Geoffrey. I'm so disappointed. I did so hope we'd hear one of the—the worst.
Miss E. B. (to the interrupter—on the other side). What? What do you say? (She screws up her eyes with the effort to hear, and puts a hand up to her ear. A few indistinguishable words between her and the man.)
Lady John (who has been studying the figures on the platform through her lorgnon, turns to a working man beside her). Can you tell me, my man, which are the ones that—a—that make the disturbances?
Working Man. The one that's doing the talking—she's the disturbingest o' the lot.