'We got a gryte deal to do with our wyges, we women has. We got the children to think about. And w'en we get our rights, a woman's flesh and blood won't be so much cheaper than a man's that employers can get rich on keepin' you out o' work and sweatin' us. If you men only could see it, we got the syme cause, and if you 'elped us you'd be 'elpin' yerselves.' 'Rot!' 'True as gospel!' some one said. 'Drivel!' As she retired against the banner with the others, there was some applause. 'Well, now,' said a man patronizingly, 'that wusn't so bad--fur a woman.' 'N--naw. Not fur a woman.' Jean had been standing on tip-toe making signals. Ah, at last Geoffrey saw her! But why was he looking so grave? 'No policeman?' Lady John asked. 'Not on that side. They seem to have surrounded the storm centre, which is just in front of the place you've rather unwisely chosen.' Indeed it was possible to see, further on, half a dozen helmets among the hats. What was happening on the plinth seemed to have a lessened interest for Jean Dunbarton. She kept glancing sideways up under the cap brim at the eyes of the man at her side. Lady John on the other hand was losing nothing. 'Is _she_ one of them? That little thing?' 'I--I suppose so,' answered Stonor, doubtfully, though the chairman, with a cheerful air of relief, had introduced Miss Ernestine Blunt to the accompaniment of cheers and a general moving closer to the monument. Lady John, after studying Ernestine an instant through her glass, turned to a dingy person next her, who was smoking a short pipe. 'Among those women up there,' said Lady John, 'can you tell me, my man, which are the ones that a--that make the disturbances?' The man removed his pipe and spat carefully between his feet. Then with deliberation he said-- 'The one that's doing the talking now--she's the disturbingest o' the lot.' 'Not that nice little----' 'Don't you be took in, mum;' and he resumed the consolatory pipe. 'What is it, Geoffrey? Have I done anything?' Jean said very low. 'Why didn't you stay where I left you?' he answered, without looking at her. 'I couldn't hear. I couldn't even see. Please don't look like that. Forgive me,' she pleaded, covertly seeking his hand. His set face softened. 'It frightened me when I didn't see you where I left you.' She smiled, with recovered spirits. She could attend now to the thing she had come to see. 'I'm sorry you missed the inspired charwoman. It's rather upsetting to think--do you suppose any of our servants have--views?'