"He is waiting for me to learn to love him.

He ought to know that a woman has to be taught to love--at least the sort of woman I am.

He treats me as if I were his equal, when he ought to see that I'm not; that I'm like a child, and have to be shown what's good for me, and _made_ to take it." "Then, perhaps, after all," said Madelene slowly, "you do care for Dory." "Of course I care for him; how could anyone help it?
But he won't let me--he won't let me!" She was on the verge of hysteria, and her loss of self-control was aggravated by the feeling that she was making a weak, silly exhibition of herself.
"If you do care for Dory, and Dory cares for you, and you don't care for Ross--" began Madelene.
"But I do care for Ross, too! Oh, I must be bad--bad! Could a nice woman care for two men at the same time ?" "I'd have said not," was Madelene's answer.

"But now I see that she could--and I see why." "Dory means something to me that Ross does not.

Ross means something that Dory does not.