"What do you mean?" she asked.
"This attitude of women."
"Is it more odious than the attitude of men?"
"After all," he said, "man is born with the biceps. He was made to do the fighting."
"Not all of the intellectual fighting."
"No, of course not. But—you don't want him to rock the cradle, do you?"
"Cradles are no longer rocked, Captain Jones. I don't think you would be qualified to pass this examination with which you menace us."
He began to be interested. She turned from the window, saw he was interested, hesitated, then:
"I wish I could talk to you—to such a man as you seem to be—sensibly, without rancour, without personal enmity or prejudice——"
"Can't you?"