"Habitual, you mean.
"We can run the world very well indeed without this army of half-baked females, thank you."
"Can you? That's an interesting discovery. What method have you invented for populating the world you can run without us?"
"Don't talk about it. It always makes me mad!"
"All right," Jane agreed sweetly.
"I suppose you pride yourself on keeping your temper."
"No. But people who have anything to win never profit by losing their tempers."
"You don't look like a female freebooter. You're the arch-type of womanly woman. At this moment, you look like the priestess of the home."
He wondered at the slow flush that came up over her neck and face, the strange yearning look that was gone before he half saw it. He painted on, speculating about her, while Jane fought for composure.
In the weeks since her first visit from Christiansen, a new world had opened for Jane, a new infection swept through her blood. Cooper Union had opened up one field, Union Square another. She had joined a class in New York University for a historic study of Woman, her biologic and economic aspects, her accomplishments and her ambitions. She talked to people everywhere, these days. She made friends with a group of girls in the class, and invited them to her room.