"George, do keep to the point. Miss Dorland doesn't jazz—"
"I am keeping to the point. I'm talking about modern women. I don't say Miss Dorland in particular. But you will go taking everything personally. That's just like a woman. You can't argue about things in general—you always have to bring it down to some one little personal instance. You will sidetrack."
"I wasn't side-tracking. We started to talk about Miss Dorland."
"You said a person couldn't just be somebody's companion, and I said that in the old days plenty of nice women were companions and had a jolly good time——"
"I don't know about that."
"Well, I do. They did. And they learned to be decent companions to their husbands, too. Not always flying off to offices and clubs and parties like they are now. And if you think men like that sort of thing, I can tell you candidly, my girl, they don't. They hate it."
"Does it matter? I mean, one doesn't have to bother so much about husband-hunting to-day."
"Oh, no! Husbands don't matter at all, I suppose, to you advanced women. Any man will do, as long as he's got money——"
"Why do you say 'you' advanced women? I didn't say I felt that way about it. I don't want to go out to work——"
"There you go. Taking everything to yourself. I know you don't want to work. I know it's only because of the damned rotten position I'm in. You needn't keep on about it. I know I'm a failure. Thank your stars, Wimsey, that when you marry you'll be able to support your wife."