"Before we told you," Jeanne explained, "we wanted to be quite sure that I was sure."
The "we" hurt Jimmie like the stab of a rusty knife.
But he said only: "And you are sure? Three years ago you were sure you loved me."
Jeanne's eyes were filled with pity, but she said: "That was three years ago. I was a child, and now I am a woman. In many ways you have stood still and I have gone on."
"That's true," said Jimmie; "you always were too good for me."
"No woman is good enough for you," returned Jeanne loyally. "And your brains are just as good as mine, only you haven't used them. I have questioned and reached out and gained knowledge of all kinds. I am a Feminist and you are not. If you were you would understand."
"I don't know even what a Feminist is," said Jimmie, "but I'm glad I'm not one."
"A Feminist is one," explained Jeanne, "who does not think her life should be devoted to one person, but to the world."
Jimmie shook his head and smiled miserably.
"You are my world," he said. "The only world I know. The only world I want to know."