'The tall young fellow with the stoop? That appears to be the chairman.' Stonor himself stooped--to the eager girl who had clutched his sleeve from behind, and was following him closely through the press. 'The artless chairman, I take it, is scolding the people for not giving the woman a hearing!' They laughed together at the young man's foolishness. Even had an open-air meeting been more of a commonplace to Stonor, it would have had for him that effect of newness that an old thing wears when seen by an act of sympathy through new eyes. 'You must be sure and explain _everything_ to me, Geoffrey,' said the girl. 'This is to be an important chapter in my education.' Merrily and without a shadow of misgiving she spoke in jest a truer word than she dreamed. He fell in with her mood. 'Well, I rather gather that he's been criticizing the late Government, and Liberals have made it hot for him.' 'I shall never be able to hear unless we get nearer,' said Jean, anxiously. 'There's a very rough element in front there----' 'Oh, don't let us mind!' 'Most certainly I mind!' 'Oh, but I should be miserable if I didn't hear.' She pleaded so bewitchingly for a front seat at the Show that unwillingly he wormed his way on. Suddenly he stood still and stared about. 'What's the matter?' said Lady John. 'I can't have you ladies pushed about in this crowd,' he said under his breath. 'I must get hold of a policeman. You wait just here. I'll find one.' The adoring eyes of the girl watched the tall figure disappear. 'Look at her face!' Lady John, with her eyeglass up, was staring in the opposite direction. 'She's like an inspired charwoman!' Jean turned, and in her eagerness pressed on, Lady John following. The agreeable presence of the young chairman was withdrawn from the fighting-line, and the figure of the working-woman stood alone. With her lean brown finger pointing straight at the more outrageous of the young hooligans, and her voice raised shrill above their impertinence-- 'I've got boys of me own,' she said, 'and we laugh at all sorts o' things, but I should be ashymed, and so would they, if ever they wus to be'yve as you're doin' to-d'y.' When they had duly hooted that sentiment, they were quieter for a moment. 'People 'ave been sayin' this is a Middle-Class Woman's Movement. It's a libel. I'm a workin' woman m'self, the wife of a workin' man----' 'Pore devil!' 'Don't envy 'im, m'self!' As one giving her credentials, she went on, 'I'm a Pore Law Guardian----' 'Think o' that, now! Gracious me!' A friendly person in the crowd turned upon the scoffer. 'Shut up, cawn't yer.' 'Not fur you! Further statements on the part of the orator were drowned by-- 'Go 'ome and darn your ol' man's stockin's.' 'Just clean yer _own_ doorstep.'