Ladies seem to enter into ladies' logic.

They seem to be able to appreciate it better, to see all the turns, and the ins and outs, which no man has intellect enough to see, or at least to make head or tail of.
Good-by for the present; I had better be off." "I should think you had," exclaimed Mrs.Hockin, as her husband marched off, with his side-lights on, and his short, quick step, and well-satisfied glance at the hill which belonged to him, and the beach, over which he had rights of plunder--or, at least, Uncle Sam would have called them so, strictly as he stood up for his own.
"Now come and talk quietly to me, my dear," Mrs.Hockin began, most kindly, forgetting all the marvel of her first-born egg.

"I have noticed how restless you are, and devoid of all healthy interest in any thing.
'Listless' is the word.

'Listless' is exactly what I mean, Erema.

When I was at your time of life, I could never have gone about caring for nothing.