A front parlour at 62 Nelson Street, Manchester, which is to say a room with a fireplace and a bookcase and nowhere near enough chairs; they'd have been carried in from elsewhere in the house. Emmeline Pankhurst and a handful of women, 1903, and the minute-taking sort of meeting that gets held in thousands of parlours every year and comes to nothing. This one became the WSPU, and by 1906 the papers had a name for them.
The room's been kept, more or less s you can see it in the second picture, sashes in purple, white and green over the chairbacks and a straw hat on the coat stand, the mantel clock still there. Twenty years of marches and prison and the long argument over tactics came out of that address. As it happens, the record shows the founding group was small enough to fit round a tea table; the other photograph, nurses and midwives with lettered boards and police along the kerb, is what the same impulse looked like once it had got outdoors.
The Actresses' Franchise League came along in 1908 and solved the dull-meeting problem by putting short plays between the speeches — Cicely Hamilton's "How the Vote Was Won" being the one that actually filled halls. Twenty minutes, no scenery, a few borrowed chairs. Same furniture as the parlour, really.
Marguerite — the "-ette" was meant to shrink them; the Daily Mail hung it on them in 1906 as a diminutive, the way a kitchenette is a kitchen that didn't quite manage. They took it, printed it on their own masthead, and said it with a hard g so it sounded like "get". Hard to sneer at a word once its targets have adopted it.