“For what?”
“For calling me cynical. The two keenest pleasures a man can attain are for a woman to call him a cynic and for a woman to call him a devil with the women.”
“Are you a ‘devil with the women’?”
“Not I—not any more than I am a cynic. But let us talk about you—I am about exhausted as a topic of conversation. Why do you look so discontented?”
“Because I have nothing to occupy my mind.”
“No children?”
“None—and no dogs.”
“No husband?”
“Husbands are busy.”
“So you are the typical American woman—the American instinct for doing, the universal woman’s instinct for sunshine and laziness; the husband absorbed in his business or profession with his domestic life as an incident; the wife—like you.”