The Rector stood speechless, gazing upon the little woman who had thus broken every tradition of the community in lifting her voice in a public assembly and who had dared to challenge the authority of one who for nearly twenty years had been recognised as the autocrat of the village and of the whole countryside.

But the Rector was an alert and gallant fighter.

He quickly recovered his poise.
"If Mrs.Gwynne, our good friend and neighbour, desires to address this meeting," he said with a courteous and elaborate bow, "and I am sure by training and tradition she is quite capable of doing so, I am confident that all of us will be delighted to listen to her.

But the question in hand is not quite so simple as she imagines.

It is--" "Liberty of speech," said the voice again from the dark corner.
The Rector wheeled fiercely in the direction from which the interruption came.
"Who speaks," he cried; "why does he shrink into the darkness?
Let him come forth." Again discretion held the interrupter silent.
"As for you--you, sir," continued the Rector, turning upon the evangelist, "if you desire--" But at this point there was a sudden commotion from the opposite side of the room.