“On ourselves? Don’t you think that I am broader, wiser, more the queen of my own soul? I am beginning to laugh again.”
He stared at his clasped hands, and then raised his eyes suddenly to her face.
“Eve!”
His uttering of the name thrilled her.
“If you are wiser, why are you gadding about with these fools?”
She gave a little nervous laugh.
“Oh, because they were kind to me, because they are out to better things for women.”
“Have they a monopoly of all the kindness?”
“I—I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. I am an ordinary sort of man in many ways, and we, the average men, have a growing understanding of what are called the wrongs of women. Give me one.”