This was the signal for Earwaker's rising, and in a few minutes both men had left the house.
'I'll go by train with you,' said Earwaker, as they walked away.
'Farringdon Street will suit me well enough.' Peak vouchsafed no reply, but, when they had proceeded a little distance, he exclaimed harshly: 'I hate emancipated women!' His companion stopped and laughed loudly.
'Yes, I hate emancipated women,' the other repeated, with deliberation.
'Women ought neither to be enlightened nor dogmatic.

They ought to be sexual.' 'That's unusual brutality on your part.' 'Well, you know what I mean.' 'I know what you think you mean,' said Earwaker.

'But the woman who is neither enlightened nor dogmatic is only too common in society.

They are fools, and troublesome fools.' Peak again kept silence.
'The emancipated woman,' pursued his friend, 'needn't be a Miss Moxey, nor yet a Mrs.Morton.' 'Miss Moxey is intolerable,' said Peak.

'I can't quite say why I dislike her so, but she grows more antipathetic to me the better I know her.