We've had enough of it: it has become a nuisance--a cant, like any other.

A woman is a human being, not a separate species." "Why, of course!" cried Lashmar.

"Just what I am always saying." "Say it no more," interrupted his companion.

"There are plenty of other things to talk about." Whereupon, she finished her cup of coffee, nodded a leave-taking, and went at a brisk pace from the room.

Dyce continued his meal, meditative, a trifle wounded in self-esteem.
Later in the morning, he saw Constance wheeling forth her bicycle.