The man next him was a clergyman. "I agree with you, sir, that woman's place is the home, but I object to your expletive!"
The bald-headed man was willing to be placatory. "Well, Reverend, if we're only two words apart—Are you going to stay here? I'm not! I don't believe in encouraging them—"
"I believe you to be right there, sir. Woman's Sphere—" they went off together.
The man from the cab, John Fay by name, with his sister-in-law, Lily Fay, who had been Lily Goldwell, moved still nearer the front. They could see Rose Darragh pausing for a moment beside the stand before she went away to another tribune. A woman dressed in wood-brown spoke to her laughing; then, a hand on her shoulder, mounted to the platform.
Two women behind Lily Fay whispered together excitedly, "Hagar Ashendyne?"
"Yes. I didn't know she was going to speak to-day—but she and Rose Darragh often do speak together. They're great friends.... Somebody ought to tell them who she is—Oh! they know—"
"Shh!"
"Oh, she's holding them—"
Lily Fay clutched her companion's arm. "Hagar Ashendyne! I went to school with her—"