“I want the divorce law made equal, and I want divorce made easier. I want commercial equality. I want it understood that an unmarried woman who has a child shall not be made to carry all the supposed disgrace!”
Mrs. Falconer turned in her chair. Her face was in the shadow, and Eve could not see her eyes very plainly, but she felt that she was being looked at by a woman who regarded her views as rather crude.
“I should like you to try and think in the future, not only in the present.”
“I have tried that, but it all seems so chaotic.”
“I suppose you know that there are certain life groups where the feminine element is dominant?”
“You mean spiders and bees?”
“Exactly! It is my particular belief that woman had her period of dominance and lost it. It has been a male world, so far as humanity is concerned, for a good many thousand years. And what has European man given us? Factories, mechanics, and the commercial age. I think we can do better than that.”
“You mean that we must make woman the dominant force?”
“Isn’t that obvious?”
It was obvious, splendidly obvious, when one had the thorough audacity to regard it in that light.