“The husband.”
“What 's the matter with him? He was a bit of a bounder, certainly.”
“I can't understand any man wanting to live with a woman who doesn't want him.”
Some note of battle in Shelton's voice, rather than the sentiment itself, caused his friend to reply with dignity:
“There's a lot of nonsense talked about that sort of thing. Women don't really care; it's only what's put into their heads.”
“That's much the same as saying to a starving man: 'You don't really want anything; it's only what's put into your head!' You are begging the question, my friend.”
But nothing was more calculated to annoy Halidome than to tell him he was “begging the question,” for he prided himself on being strong in logic.
“That be d—-d,” he said.
“Not at all, old chap. Here is a case where a woman wants her freedom, and you merely answer that she dogs n't want it.”
“Women like that are impossible; better leave them out of court.”