"Your career."
"My career? Why, I am in the full swing of it. I'm at work in the only profession I'm fit for."
"The profession of woman?"
"Yes—the profession of female."
He winced—and at this sign, if she did not ask herself what pleased her, she did not ask herself why. He said sharply, "I don't like that."
"But you have only to hear it. Think of poor me who have to live it."
"Have to? No," said he.
"Surely you're not suggesting that I drop back into the laboring classes! No, thank you. If you knew, you'd not say anything so stupid."
"I do know, and I was not suggesting that. Under this capitalistic system the whole working class is degraded. They call what they do 'work,' but that word ought to be reserved for what a man does when he exercises mind and body usefully. What the working class is condemned to by capitalism is not work but toil."
"The toil of a slave," said Susan.