But it was so. The IDEAL of EQUALITY.
Pleased to meet you, Mr. Dodge.
We are equal in the sight of God, of course. But er—
Very glad to meet you. Miss Effingham. Did you say—er? Well now, I think my bank balance will bear it.
Poor Eve Effingham.
Eve! Think of it. Eve! And birds of paradise. And apples.
And Mr. Dodge.
This is where apples of knowledge get you, Miss Eve. You should leave 'em alone.
"Mr. Dodge, you are a hopeless and insufferable inferior."
Why couldn't she say it? She felt it. And she was a heroine.