"Oh, you've been hospitable enough. I suppose it is natural that you should not care for me much."
"Why natural?"
"Jerry and I have been together so much. I'm afraid I've kept him away from you."
"That would not have anything at all to do with my liking or disliking you," said Jane, looking directly at her.
"Why do you, then?"
"I don't really dislike you. I'm sorry for you. It is always pitiful to be the last of a type, like a lone Indian among civilized whites."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"There is a new kind of feeling among women of brains in the world to-day, a sodality. You may not have heard of it. No woman with self-respect sets herself to hurt another woman, not even to win a man they both care for. I belong to this new group, Miss Morton. That is why you are able to take advantage of my hospitality."
"You fool! Don't you know Jerry cares for me?" cried Althea, sitting up, white with rage.
"That doesn't interest me," replied Jane.