"In HIS way, yes - but not in hers. Women are so hampered - so condemned! Yet it's a kind of dishonour if you don't, when you want to DO something, isn't it?" Miss Fancourt pursued, dropping one train in her quickness to take up another, an accident that was common with her. So these two young persons sat discussing high themes in their eclectic drawing-room, in their London "season" -discussing, with extreme seriousness, the high theme of perfection.
It must be said in extenuation of this eccentricity that they were interested in the business. Their tone had truth and their emotion beauty; they weren't posturing for each other or for some one else.
