"Only partially restored at present. But the good work goes on. Here we are only beginning. Mr. Beck, the Cause wants help—your help."
He said nothing and she went on.
"We want our rights; we want suffrage; we want to be elected for the Houses of Parliament; we insist on equality in following the professions and in enjoying the endowments of Education. We shall prove that we are no whit inferior to men. We want no privileges. Let us stand by ourselves."
"Wal, madam, their air helpers who shove up, and I guess there air helpers who shove down."
She did not understand him, and went on with increasing volubility.
"The subjection of the Sex is the most monstrous injustice of all those which blot the fair fame of manhood. What is there in man's physical strength that he should use it to lord over the weaker half of humanity? Why has not our sex produced a Shakespeare?"
"It has, madam," said Mr. Beck gravely. "It has produced all our greatest men."
She was staggered.
"Your answer, if you please, Mr. Beck."
"I have no answer, madam."