"Yes, it does."
"No, it doesn't."
"Well, does yours?"
"Of course. But you have some female hankering or other. God knows what for."
"I expect He does, Jack, even though you don't. I suppose you are suggesting that I ought to marry. You're as bad as Grace. A husband and a home, and then content! I won't believe it! I don't believe it! My life can't be bound within a wedding-ring. As though that could soothe one's restlessness, satisfy one's desires! Yet it's the only solution anybody offers."
"Then you admit the problem?"
"Oh yes—I admit it!"
"Ha——"
"There's no life without it. But I don't think the hankering is a feminine one, Jack. I think it's—it's of the spirit, and I had it when I was quite a little girl. I can't find what I want. It's up and away—beyond everything else."
"And love has wings," he said, twisting his face comically to roughen the words.