“It is quite obvious to me, but it does not make any difference. I knew it, almost from the first. A matter of temperament. I understand some things better than you suspect. You want action, more warmth of movement. This statistical work disgusts you. I can give you your opportunity.”
Eve remained mute. It was useless to protest in the presence of such a woman.
“Two of our missionaries are going to tour in Sussex and Surrey. I think you might join them. I wonder if you are strong enough.”
“Oh, yes!”
“You see, they tramp most of the way, and speak in the villages, and small towns. Sometimes they are treated rather roughly.”
Eve beheld the green country within the clasp of her arms, and was ready to accept anything.
“Yes, I’ll go. I should love to go. I’m strong, and I’m not afraid. I think I want action.”
“Yes, you are not made for dealing with harsh facts. They disgust you too much, and weaken you. It is all temperament. You are one of those who must spend themselves, obtain self-expression.”
“I wonder how you know that?”
“My dear, I was a woman before I became a thinker.”