Voice. 'Oo yer talkin' to? I ain't your man.
Mr. P. Lucky for me! There seems to be a gentleman 'ere who doesn't think women ought to 'ave the vote.
Voice. One? Oh-h!
(Laughter.)
Mr. P. Per'aps 'e doesn't know much about women?
(Indistinguishable repartee.)
Oh, the gentleman says 'e's married. Well, then, fur the syke of 'is wife we musn't be too sorry 'e's 'ere. No doubt she's s'ying: "'Eaven by prysed those women are mykin' a Demonstrytion in Trafalgar Square, and I'll 'ave a little peace and quiet at 'ome for one Sunday in my life."
(The crowd laughs and there are jeers for the interrupter—and at the speaker.)
(Pointing.) Why, you're like the man at 'Ammersmith this morning. 'E was awskin' me: "'Ow would you like men to st'y at 'ome and do the fam'ly washin'?"
(Laughter.)