But when the helplessness of the child is in the woman, then other women are unmoved; but the great heart of man is stirred--woman is his baby.

She remembered that the language of love is in two sexes--for the woman superlatives, for the man diminutives.

The more she loves the bigger he grows, but in an ecstasy he could put her in his pocket.

Had not Tommy taught her this?
His little one, his child! Perhaps he really had loved her in the days when they both made believe that she was infantile; but soon she had shown with fatal clearness that she was not.

Instead of needing to be taken care of, she had obviously wanted to take care of him: their positions were reversed.