"A woman's heart is as free as a man's; and when he goes his way—"
"She's left standing in the same old place. We'd all be better off if we felt as free to wander as the men; but most of us are made so that we don't want to. God! what a life!" she moaned, with a comic grimace to take the pain from the exclamation. "But, tell me, Mr. Wray, what day do you want me to come again?"
He asked, as if casually:
"Why do you say, 'God! what a life'?"
"Oh, I don't know. I suppose because it's the only thing to say. Wouldn't you say it if—"
"If what?"
"Oh, nothing."
"Is it anything to do with me?"
"No—not specially. It's everything—beginning with being born."
"I shouldn't think you had any kick against being born—with a face and a figure like yours."