“I repudiate that qualification,” said Mr. Snodgrass, whose thoughts were fast reverting to Emily Wardle. “I repudiate it with disdain⁠—with indignation. Show me the man who says anything against women, as women, and I boldly declare he is not a man.” And Mr. Snodgrass took his cigar from his mouth, and struck the table violently with his clenched fist.

“That’s good sound argument,” said the placid man.

“Containing a position which I deny,” interrupted he of the dirty countenance.

“And there’s certainly a very great deal of truth in what you observe too, Sir,” said the placid gentleman.

“Your health, Sir,” said the bagman with the lonely eye, bestowing an approving nod on Mr. Snodgrass.