We don't need them." Uncle Stanley gave the judge a look that seemed to say, "Listen to the woman of it! Lord help us men when we have to deal with women!" And aloud in quite a humouring tone he said, "We don't need men?
Then who's to do the work ?" Mary moved the vase so she could have a good look at him.
"Women," she replied.

"They can do the work.

Yes, women," said she.
Again they looked at each other, those two, with the careful glance with which you might expect two duellists to regard each other--two duellists who had a premonition that one day they would surely cross their swords.
And again Uncle Stanley was the first to look away.
"Women!" he thought.

"A fine muddle there'll he!" In fancy he saw the company's organization breaking down, its output decreasing, its product rejected for imperfections.

Of course he knew that women were employed in textile mills and match-box factories and gum-and-glue places like that where they couldn't afford to employ men, and had no need for accuracy.