For women, at least, hell is on earth." He stirred in his chair, and his sombre gaze rested on the floor at her feet.
"What are we to do ?" he said dully.
Rita shook her head: "I don't know.

I am not instructing you, Kelly, only recalling to your mind what you already know; what all men know, and find so convenient to forget.

Love is not excuse enough; the peril is unequally divided.

The chances are uneven; the odds are unfair.

If a man really loves a woman, how can he hazard her in a game of chance that is not square?
How can he let her offer more than he has at stake--even if she is willing?
How can he permit her to risk more than he is even able to risk?
How can he accept a magnanimity which leaves him her hopeless debtor?
But men have done it, men will continue to do it; God alone knows how they reconcile it with their manhood or find it in their hearts to deal so unfairly by us.