pparently had various things
mixed with politics, "that some men, though the women have taken the
votes and their manhood, still have some rights; bless me, it _must_
be acknowledged they have some rights in creation!"

Here he made an ineffectual grab for his hat and a sprawling plunge
in the direction of the door, saying, "I've never been so insulted!"

"Blow you! Sit down, Mr Mooney-Rollyno, or whatever you are," said
Andrew, "you've got to stay here; and Dawn, hold your mag! You'd give
any one the pip with your infernal gab."

"I'm sure it must be conceded that men have some rights?" Mr
Rooney-Molyneux appealed to me. I was the most responsible person
present, Uncle Jake did not count, the other three were children, and
so it behoved me to take a grip of the situation.

"Rights in creation! I should rather think so! In creation men have
the rights, or perhaps duties, of gods--to protect, to nurture, to
guard and to love, and when as a majority men rise to them we shall be
a great people, but for the present the only rights many of them wrest
and assert by mere superior brute force are those of bullies and
selfish cowards. Sit down immediately!"

He sat without delay.

"All that Dawn says of you is deserved. The least you can do now to
repair matters is to swallow your pill noiselessly and give no further
trouble until you are called upon to obstruct the way again in
semblance of discharging responsibilities of which a cat would be
twice as capable."

"Yes," said Dawn, "if you dare to talk of going home to worry your
wife I'll throw this dish of water right on you, and when I come to
think of things, I feel like throwing a hot one on every man."

As she said this she swirled her dishcloth to clean the bowl, and
turning to toss the water into the drain outside the door, confronted
Ernest Breslaw.

Quite two hours had elapsed since he had parted from us to conduct
Miss Grosvenor to her home, where he had been long delayed in argument
concerning whether he could or could not address a public meeting. I
discovered later that an opportunity to gracefully take his leave from
Grosvenor's had not occurred earlier, and that he had quite
relinquished hope of calling at Clay's that night, but to his
surprise, seeing the place lighted as he was passing, he came towards
the kitchen door.

Dawn was doubtless piqued that he should have spent so much time with
Miss Grosvenor, which, considering his previous attentions t