What of the remedy?
Are you prepared to reconstruct human nature ?" Confronting each other, their eyes met and he regarded her without resentment, almost with tenderness.

He felt strangely drawn towards this woman who had defied and accused him, and made him see the world in a new light.
"I don't deny," he admitted reluctantly, "that things seem to be as you describe them, but it is part of the process of evolution." "No," she protested, "it is the work of God!" "It is evolution!" he insisted.
"Ah, that's it," she retorted, "you evolve new ideas, new schemes, new tricks--you all worship different gods--gods of your own making!" He was about to reply when there was a commotion at the door and Theresa entered, followed by a man servant to carry down the trunk.
"The cab is downstairs, Miss," said the maid.
Ryder waved them away imperiously.

He had something further to say which he did not care for servants to hear.

Theresa and the man precipitately withdrew, not understanding, but obeying with alacrity a master who never brooked delay in the execution of his orders.

Shirley, indignant, looked to him for an explanation.
"You don't need them," he exclaimed with a quiet smile in which was a shade of embarrassment.