You are too 'manly,' you say, to arrest their course.

Is injustice manliness?
We have another name for it.

We say you want the pluck.
"I suppose every one of you has been reading a very able address recently delivered at the meeting of the Social Science Congress.

I refer to my friend Mrs.Kendal's paper on the moral aspect of the drama in this country.
"It is a powerful indictment of the rank and file other professional brothers and sisters, and nowhere sadder, more impressive, or more unanswerable than where she speaks of the involuntary fall of the actor into social snobbishness and professional clap-trap.
"I do not know how the paper affected you.

But since reading it I have asked in despair, how can this gifted lady continue to pick her way between the snares with which the stage is beset?
"Is it possible that the time may come when she will advertise by photographs and beg from reporters the 'pars' she now so scathingly criticises?
Nay, when I look upon the drop scene at the St.James's Theatre, I ask myself if the deterioration has not already set in.
"Gentlemen, is this a matter of indifference to you?
But why do I ask?
Has not Mrs.Lynn Linton another article in the new 'Nineteenth Century' that makes her worthy your attention?
They are women, and the sex is outside your sphere." It was nearly twelve o'clock when Mrs.Fawcett finished her address, and the society had adopted the good old rule of getting to bed betimes.