"I shan't. It's not as if I were intrigued by it. You don't know how I hate it sometimes."
"You hate it, yet you're drawn."
"By what? By my vanity?"
"Not by your vanity, though there is that."
"By what, then?"
"Oh, Jinny, you're a woman."
"Mayn't I be?"
"No," he said brutally, "you mayn't."
For a moment her eyes pleaded: "Mayn't I be a woman?" But she was silent, and he answered her silence rather than her eyes.
"Because you've genius."