(Another silence.)
Annys. Personally—no. We have had no children of our own, of course. But (hopefully) it is a woman’s instinct.
Geoffrey. Oh, Lord! That’s what the lady said who had buried seven.
Annys. (Her mouth is growing hard.) Don’t you believe in the right of women to share in the government of the country?
Geoffrey. Some women. Yes. I can see some capable—
Annys. (Winces.)
Geoffrey. —elderly, motherly woman who has brought up a dozen children of her own—who knows the world, being of some real use.
Annys. If it comes to that, there must be—I don’t say more “capable,” but more experienced, more fatherly men than yourself.
(He turns, they look at one another. His tone almost touched contempt—hers was veiled anger.)
Geoffrey. That’s the danger. It may come to a real fight.