Eve was up in arms on the other side.
“He was different.”
“Oh, yes, I know!”
“Kate, I hate you when you talk like this.”
“Hate me as much as you like, my dear, you will see with my eyes some day. I have no patience with men.”
Eve softened her passionate partisanship, and tried to make her friend understand.
“Till one has gone through it one does not know what it means. After all, we can’t stamp out Nature, and all that is beautiful in Nature. I, for one, don’t want to. It may have made me suffer. It was worth it, just to be loved by that child.”
“Children are not much better than little savages. Don’t dream sentimental dreams about children. I remember what a little beast I was.”
“There will always be some part of me that you won’t understand, Kate.”
“Perhaps. I’ve no patience with men—selfish, sexual fools. Let’s talk about work.”