"That"s so. That"s so."
"Well, what of it?" said a voice. "Women must do something for their keep."
"You complain that more and more we"re taking away from you men the work that"s always been yours. You can"t any longer keep woman out of the industries. The only question is, on what terms shall she continue to be in? As long as she"s in on bad terms, she"s not only hurting herself, she"s hurting you. But if you"re feeling discouraged about our competing with you, we"re willing to leave you your trade in war. Let the men take life! We _give_ life!" Her voice was once more moved and proud. "No one will pretend ours isn"t one of the dangerous trades either. I won"t say any more to you now, because we"ve got others to speak to you, and a new woman helper that I want you to hear."
With an accompaniment of clapping she retired to hold a hurried consultation with the chairman.
Jean turned to see how Geoffrey had taken it. "Well?"
He smiled down at her, echoing, "Well?"
"Nothing so _very_ reprehensible in what she said, was there?"
"Oh, "reprehensible"!"
"It makes one rather miserable all the same."
He pressed his guardian arm the closer. "You mustn"t take it as much to heart as all that."
"I can"t help it. I can"t indeed, Geoffrey. I shall _never_ be able to make a speech like that."
He stared, considerably taken aback. "I hope not indeed."
"Why? I thought you said you wanted me to----"
"To make nice little speeches with composure? So I did. So I do----" as he looked down upon the upturned face he seemed to lose his thread.
She was for helping him to recover it. "Don"t you remember how you said----"
"That you have very pink cheeks? Well, I stick to it."
She smiled. "Sh! Don"t tell everybody."
"And you"re the only female creature----"
"That"s a most proper sentiment."
"The only one I ever saw who didn"t look a fright in motor things."
"I"m glad you don"t think me a fright. Oh!"--she turned at the sound of applause--"we"re forgetting all about----"
A big sandy man, not hitherto seen, was rolling his loose-knit body up and down the platform, smiling at the people and mopping a great bony skull, on which, low down, a few scanty wisps of colourless hair were growing.
"If you can"t afford a bottle of Tatcho," a boy called out, "w"y don"t you get yer "air cut?"
He just shot out one hand and wagged it in grotesque greeting, not in the least discomposed.
"I"ve been addressin" a big meetin" at "Ammersmith this morning, and w"en I told "em I wus comin" "ere this awfternoon to speak fur the women--well--then the usual thing began."
An appreciative roar rose from the crowd.
"Yes," he grinned, "if you want peace and quiet at a public meetin", better not go mentionin" the lydies these times!"
He stopped, and the crowd filled in the hiatus with laughter.
"There wus a man at "Ammersmith, too, talkin" about Woman"s sphere bein"
"Ome. "Ome do you call it? _"Ome!_" and at the word his _bonhomie_ suffered a singular eclipse. ""Ome!" he bellowed, as if some one had struck him in a vital spot, and the word was merely a roar of pain.
"_"Ome!_ You"ve got a kennel w"ere you can munch your tommy. You got a corner w"ere you can curl up fur a few hours till you go out to work again. But "omes! No, my men, there"s too many of you ain"t able to _give_ the women "omes fit to live in; too many of you in that fix fur you to go on jawin" at those o" the women "oo want to myke the "omes a little more deservin" o" the name."
"If the vote ain"t done us any good," a man bawled up at him, ""ow"ll it do the women any good?"
"Look "ere! See "ere!" he rolled his shapeless body up and down the stone platform, taking in great draughts of cheer from some invisible fountain. "Any men here belongin" to the Labour Party?" he inquired.
To an accompaniment of shouts and applause he went on, smiling and rubbing his hands in a state of bubbling Brotherliness.
"Well, I don"t need tell those men the vote "as done us _some_ good.
They _know_ it. And it"ll do us a lot more good w"en you know "ow to use the power you got in your "and."
"Power!" grumbled an old fellow. "It"s those fellows at the bottom of the street"--he hitched his head toward St. Stephen"s--"it"s them that"s got the power."
The speaker pounced on him. "It"s you and men like you that give it to them. Wot did you do last election? You carried the Liberals into Parliament Street on your own shoulders. You believed all their fine words. You never asked yerselves, "Wot"s a Liberal, anyway?""
In the chorus of cheers and booing some one sang out, "He"s a jolly good fellow!"
"No "e ain"t," said the Labour man, with another wheel about and a pounce. "No "e ain"t, or, if "e"s jolly, it"s only because "e thinks you"re such a cod-fish you"ll go swellin" "is majority again."
Stonor joined in that laugh. He rather liked the man.
"Yes, it"s enough to make any Liberal "jolly" to see a sheep like you lookin" on, proud and "appy, while you see Liberal leaders desertin"
Liberal principles."
Through the roar of protest and argument, he held out those grotesque great hands of his with the suggestion--
"You show me a Liberal, and I"ll show you a Mr. Facing-both-ways. Yuss.
The Liberal, "e sheds the light of his warm and "andsome smile on the workin" man, and round on the other side "e"s tippin" the wink to the great landowners. Yuss. That"s to let "em know "e"s standin" between them and Socialists. Ha! the Socialists!" Puffing and flushed and perspiring he hurled it out again and again over the heads of the people. "The Socialists! Yuss. _Socialists!_ Ha! ha!" When he and the audience had a little calmed down, "The Liberal," he said, with that look of sly humour, ""e"s the judicial sort o" chap that sits in the middle."
"On the fence."
He nodded. "Tories one side, Socialists the other. Well, it ain"t always so comfortable in the middle. No. Yer like to get squeezed. Now, I says to the women, wot I says is, the Conservatives don"t promise you much, but wot they promise they _do_." He whacked one fist into the other with tremendous effect.
"This fellow isn"t half bad," Stonor said to Lady John.
"But the Liberals, they"ll promise you the earth and give you the whole o" nothin"."
There were roars of approval. Liberal stock had sunk rather low in Trafalgar Square.
"Isn"t it fun?" said Jean. "Now aren"t you glad I brought you?"
"Oh, this chap"s all right!"