"I claim that obedience to the will of man," Marcia was saying, "has robbed woman of all initiative, all incentive to achievement, all creative faculty, and that only by renouncing man and all his works will she ever be his equal."
"Why don't you renounce 'em then, Marcia?" roared Lloyd, amid laughter.
"I know at least one that I could renounce,' said Marcia, smiling as she lighted a cigarette.
"Me? You couldn't," he returned. "You've tried, you know, but you've got to admit that I'm positively in'spensible to you."
"Do be quiet, Chan. You're idiotic. I'm quite serious."
"You're always serious, but you never mean what you say."
"Oh, don't I?"
"No," he grunted over his glass.
She glanced at him for a moment and their eyes met, hers falling first. Then she turned away. I think that the man's attraction for her was nothing less than his sheer bestiality.
"I believe in a splendid unconventional morality," she went on, musing with half-closed eyes over the ash of her cigarette. "After awhile you men will understand what it means."