“Of course they would resist.”
“It would mean a sex war. They are stronger than we are!”
“No, not stronger! Besides, methods of violence, if we come to them, can be used now by women as well as by men. The trigger and the fuse are different from the club. I don’t count on such crude methods. We are in the majority. We shall just wear men out. We can bear more pain than they can.”
“But what an immense revolution!”
“Yet it has happened. We see it in insect life, don’t we? How did it come about?”
“I don’t know.”
“But it is there, a fact.”
“Yes. All the same, when I had finished reading a book on the ways of bees, I thought that they were detestable little beasts.”
“Because they killed off the useless males, and let the queen assassinate her rivals. We are not bees. We shall do better than that.”
Her level, full-toned voice had never varied, and she talked with perfect and assured serenity of turning society upside down. She was a fanatic with ideas and a subnormal temperature. She believed what she foresaw. It was like one of the Fates deigning to be conversational in a drawing-room.