“I don't see it,” Mary answered emphatically. “Your ideal is fame, achievement, the applause of the world—mine just a home and a baby——”
Jane laughed softly.
“And that's all you know about me?”
“Isn't it true?”
“You've been in this room five years, haven't you?” the older girl asked musingly.
“Yes——”
“And though you've kept your lamp trimmed and burning, you haven't yet seen a man whom you could recognize as your equal.”
“I'm only twenty-four.”
“In these five years I've met a hundred men my equal.”
“And smashed the conventions of Society whenever you saw fit.”