“Can you do that?” he asked, looking at her curiously.
“Rather. I learned a good many secrets in the East. I can control both my mental and physical machinery.”
“How appalling! If you found yourself falling in love, I suppose you’d just turn on your mental hose-pipe and wash it out by the roots.”
“Something like that.”
“Julia,” said Tay, removing his cigar and looking at the ash, “what would you really do if you ever did fall in love?”
“I never shall.”
“Ah? Is prophecy included in the mental make-up of the new sex?”
“I mean I’ll never have time.”
“But you’ll win this fight, and then, mercifully, have time to think of other things. There are a few things besides Suffrage in the world even now, you know.”
“We won’t have so much more time; perhaps less. Our work will only just have begun.”