"Then it couldn't have been hard to convict him."
"No," Eades admitted, though he did not like this detraction from his triumph. "But the responsibility is great."
"I should imagine so."
He did not know exactly what she meant; he wondered if this were sarcasm.
"It is indeed," he insisted.
"Yes," she went on, "I know it must be. I couldn't bear it myself. I'm glad women are not called to such responsibilities. I believe it is said--isn't it?--that their sentimental natures unfit them." She was smiling.
"You're guying now," he said, leaning back in his chair.
"Oh, indeed, no! Of course, I know nothing about such things--save that you men are superior to your emotional natures, and rise above them and control them."
"Well, not always. We become emotional, but our emotions are usually excited on the side of justice."
"What is that?"