I'm certain that if people like ourselves were to take things in hand instead of leaving it to policemen and magistrates, we could put a stop to--prostitution"-- she lowered her voice at the ugly word--"in six months.

My idea is that men and women ought to join in these matters.

We ought to go into Piccadilly and stop one of these poor wretches and say: 'Now, look here, I'm no better than you are, and I don't pretend to be any better, but you're doing what you know to be beastly, and I won't have you doing beastly things, because we're all the same under our skins, and if you do a beastly thing it does matter to me.' That's what Mr.Bax was saying this morning, and it's true, though you clever people--you're clever too, aren't you ?--don't believe it." When Evelyn began talking--it was a fact she often regretted--her thoughts came so quickly that she never had any time to listen to other people's thoughts.

She continued without more pause than was needed for taking breath.
"I don't see why the Saturday club people shouldn't do a really great work in that way," she went on.

"Of course it would want organisation, some one to give their life to it, but I'm ready to do that.