He resumed in a moment, more seriously,—
"Frankly, I don't believe much is accomplished for your Cause by this sort of thing!"
His gesture included comprehensively the gorgeous room, the gorgeous assembly of socially elect, the speakers, and the liveried servants who were now approaching their corner with the "Roster."
"But you have to start things somehow," Milly rejoined, remembering Hazel's arguments. "Social prestige counts in everything."
"Is that what you need—social prestige?... I don't believe one of those women who talked, including the poet, ever earned a dollar in her life!" and with a glance about the room he added, "nor any woman in this room."
"Oh, yes—I have myself!" Milly replied promptly and proudly.
The man looked at her sharply.
"And that doesn't make any difference," she continued with a superior air; "you men are always trying to bring things down to dollars and cents."
"You'll admit it's a tangible basis of discussion."
"I've no doubt if they only had their rights many of them ought to be paid a great deal for what they've done for you men."