She had no difficulty in following his meaning. Her face clouded momentarily.
“That depends largely on the woman’s outlook on life,” she answered. “With some women love is all-satisfying; but the woman with the highest conception of love does not allow her ideals of life to be dominated by passion. It is not always the woman who loves least who puts love outside her life. But—you’ve talked enough.” She got up abruptly and returned to the table and her former occupation. “If I allow you to discuss these matters, your temperature will run up, and I shall be blamed.”
“Blamed by whom?” he asked.
She bent her head lower over her work and answered quietly:
“Both my daughters have been through a course of hospital training.”
“In preparation for this rebellion?” he suggested with a touch of irritation in his tones.
“In preparation for the rising of their people,” she replied with a gentle dignity of manner that rebuked his anger.
He made no answer, but lay still in a thoughtful silence and watched her while she worked.