"Owen," she said, "since I'm breaking all the rules, why can't I go out, too, and look after you?"
He shook his head. "It's not the place for women," he said.
"Women? Haven't I told you that I'm like a man? I'm like you, Owen, if it comes to that."
He smiled. "If you were like me, you'd stay at home."
"What should I stay for?"
"To look after Laura Gunning. That's what you'd want to do, if you were—I. And," he said quietly, "it's what you're going to do."
She rose to her feet and faced him, defying the will that he laid on her.
