I should add on doctors when a woman is growing old.

Don't you think, Joan, that in that case, all three come invariably to the same thing ?' 'Love, religion and doctors! As emotional interests, do they come to the same thing for elderly women ?' repeated Mrs Gildea, as if she were propounding a syllogism.

'No, certainly not, when the elderly woman happens to be a hard-working journalist.' 'Oh, there you have the pull--I suggested the idea to Rosamond the other day and she gave a true Rosamondian answer.

"They don't come at all to the same thing," she said, "because usually you have to pay your doctor and SOMETIMES your lover pays you." Rather smart, wasn't it ?' 'Yes, but I think you'd better warn Lady Tallant that the Leichardt'stonian ladies are a bit Puritanical in their ideas of repartee.' 'Oh, Rosamond is clever enough to have found that out already for herself;' and the two glanced at Lady Tallant, who seemed to be playing up quite satisfactorily to the female representatives of the Ministerial circle.
'I suppose you made friends with some Socialists when you were in London ?' went on Mrs Gildea.
'My dear, I would have made friends with Beelzebub just them, if he would have helped me to escape from myself.' Bridget sighed and paused.
'But you ARE getting over it, Biddy--the disappointment about Mr Maule?
You ARE growing not to care ?' 'I don't want to grow not to care--though, of course, now I should prefer to care about someone or something that isn't Willoughby Maule, I feel inside me that my salvation lies in caring--in caring intensely....

But you wouldn't understand, Joan.