“You mean——”
“Generations of women have never had a fair chance. They had to dance to the man’s piping. And I think women are naturally conservative, sexually mistrustful of change—of new ideas.”
“They carry their sex into social questions?”
“Or try to crush it. There is a sort of cry for equality—for the interplay of personality with personality—without all that——”
He bent forward, leaning his elbows on his knees.
“Have we men been guilty of making so many of our women fussy, conventional, pitiless fools? Have you ever run up against the crass prejudice, the merciless, blind, and arrogant self-assurance of the ordinary orthodox woman?”
She answered slowly, “Yes.”
He seemed to wait for her.
“Well?”
“There is nothing to say.”