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The advantage claimed for it is that it enables a large number of persons to leave together." While the thesis was under discussion, the attendance was increased by a few members specially interested in the question of female suffrage.
Andrew observed that several of these wrote something on a piece of paper which lay on the table with a pencil beside it, before taking their seats.
He stretched himself in the direction of this paper, but subsided as he caught the eyes of two of the company riveted on his neck.
From that time until he left the rooms one member or other was staring at his neck.

Andrew looked anxiously in the glass over the mantelpiece but could see nothing wrong.
The paper on the table merely contained such jottings as these:-- "Robert Buchanan has written another play." "Schnadhoerst is in town." "Ashmead Bartlett walks in Temple Gardens 3 to 4." "Clement Scott ( ?)" "Query: Is there a dark passage near Hyndman's (Socialist's) house ?" "Talmage.

Address, Midland Hotel." "Andrew Lang ( ?)" Andrew was a good deal interested in woman's suffrage, and the debate on this question in the students' society at Edinburgh, when he spoke for an hour and five minutes, is still remembered by the janitor who had to keep the door until the meeting closed.
Debating societies, like the company of reporters, engender a familiarity of reference to eminent persons, and Andrew had in his time struck down the champions of woman's rights as a boy plays with his ninepins.
To be brought face to face with a lady whose name is a household word wheresoever a few Scotchmen can meet and resolve themselves into an argument was another matter.
It was with no ordinary mingling of respect with curiosity that he stood up with the others to greet Mrs.Fawcett as the president led her into the room.

The young man's face, as he looked upon her for the first time, was the best book this remarkable woman ever wrote.
The proceedings were necessarily quiet, and the president had introduced their guest to the meeting without Andrew's hearing a word.
He was far away in a snow-swept University quadrangle on a windy night, when Mrs.Fawcett rose to her feet.
Some one flung open the window, for the place was close, and immediately the skirl of a bagpiper broke the silence.
It might have been the devil that rushed into the room.
Still Andrew dreamed on.
The guest paused.
The members looked at each other, and the president nodded to one of them.
He left the room, and about two minutes afterwards the music suddenly ceased.
Andrew woke with a start in time to see him return, write two words in the members' book, and resume his seat.