“She talked about 'weaning those ignorant millions from their horrid ways,' till, upon my word, she made me quite uncomfortable. I ventured to hint that the Company was run for profit.
«'You forget, dear Charlie, that the labourer is worthy of his hire,' she said, brightly. It's queer how out of touch with truth women are. They live in a world of their own, and there has never been anything like it, and never can be. It is too beautiful altogether, and if they were to set it up it would go to pieces before the first sunset.
Some confounded fact we men have been living contentedly with ever since the day of creation would start up and knock the whole thing over.
«After this I got embraced, told to wear flannel, be sure to write often, and so on—and I left.”