Lady Corinthia.  They are merely embraces in disguise.

Mrs. Banger.  No such suspicion can attach to combats in which the antagonists are of the same sex.

Lady Corinthia.  The Anti-Suffragets have resolved to take the field.

Mrs. Banger.  They will enforce the order of General Sandstone for the removal of all women from the two mile radius—­that is, all women except themselves.

Mitchener.  I am sorry to have to inform you, Madam, that the Government has given up that project, and that General Sandstone has resigned in consequence.

Mrs. Banger.  That does not concern us in the least.  We approve of the project and will see that it is carried out.  We have spent a good deal of money arming ourselves; and we are not going to have that money thrown away through the pusillanimity of a Cabinet of males.

Mitchener.  Arming yourselves!  But, my dear ladies, under the latest proclamation women are strictly forbidden to carry chains, padlocks, tracts on the franchise, or weapons of any description.

Lady Corinthia (producing an ivory-handled revolver and pointing it at his nose).  You little know your countrywomen, General Mitchener.

Mitchener (without flinching).  Madam:  it is my duty to take possession of that weapon in accordance with the proclamation.  Be good enough to put it down.

Mrs. Banger (producing an XVIII century horse pistol).  Is it your duty to take possession of this also?

Mitchener.  That, madam, is not a weapon; it is a curiosity.  If you would be kind enough to place it in some museum instead of pointing it at my head, I should be obliged to you.

Mrs. Banger.  This pistol, sir, was carried at Waterloo by my grandmother.

Mitchener.  I presume you mean your grandfather.

Mrs. Banger.  You presume unwarrantably.

Lady Corinthia.  Mrs. Banger’s grandmother commanded a canteen at that celebrated battle.

Mrs. Banger.  Who my grandfather was is a point that has never been quite clearly settled.  I put my trust not in my ancestors, but in my good sword, which is at my lodgings.

Mitchener.  Your sword!

Mrs. Banger.  The sword with which I slew five Egyptians with my own hand at Kassassin, where I served as a trooper.

Mitchener.  Lord bless me!  But was your sex never discovered?

Mrs. Banger.  It was never even suspected.  I had a comrade—­a gentleman ranker—­whom they called Fanny.  They never called me Fanny.

Lady Corinthia.  The suffragets have turned the whole woman movement on to the wrong track.  They ask for a vote.

Mrs. Banger.  What use is a vote?  Men have the vote.