'Oh, look 'ere, just take that extry 'arf pint outside the meetin' and cool off, will yer?' It was the last time that particular opponent aired his views. The old man's judicious harping on the ''arf pint' induced the ardent youth to moderate his political transports. They were not rightly valued, it appeared. After a few more mutterings he took his 'extry 'alf pint' into some more congenial society. But there were several others in the crowd who had come similarly fortified, and they were everywhere the most audible opponents. But above argument, denial, abuse, steadily in that upper air the clear voice kept on-- 'Do you think they _wanted_ to go to his house? Haven't you heard that they didn't do that until they had exhausted every other means to get a hearing?' To the shower of denial and objurgation that greeted this, she said with uplifted hand-- 'Stop! Let me tell you about it.' The action had in it so much of authority that (as it seemed, to their own surprise) the interrupters, with mouths still open, suspended operations for a moment. 'Why, this is a woman of education! What on earth is a person like that doing in this _galere_?' Vida asked, as if Mrs. Fox-Moore might be able to enlighten her. 'Can't she see--even if there were anything in the "Cause," as she calls it--what an imbecile waste of time it is talking to these louts?' 'There's a good many voters here,' said a tall, gloomy-looking individual, wearing a muffler in lieu of a collar. 'She's politician enough to know that.' Mrs. Fox-Moore looked through the man. 'The only reassuring thing I see in the situation,' she said to her sister, 'is that they don't find many women to come and listen to their nonsense.' 'Well, they've got you and me! Awful thought! Suppose they converted us!' Mrs. Fox-Moore didn't even trouble to reply to such levity. What was interesting was the discovery that this 'chairman,' before an audience so unpromising, not only held her own when she was interrupted and harassed by the crowd--even more surprising she bore with the most recalcitrant members of it--tried to win them over, and yet when they were rude, did not withhold reproof, and at times looked down upon them with so fine a scorn that it seemed as if even those ruffianly young men felt the edge of it. Certainly a curious sight--this well-bred woman standing there in front of the soaring column, talking with grave passion to those loafers about the 'Great Woman Question,' and they treating it as a Sunday afternoon street entertainment.