"Do you like the life--your work--would you be satisfied to live here always ?" "Yes and No," he answered again, hesitatingly.
"Oh, well," she said, with, he thought, a little bitterness and rebellion, "it doesn't really matter to you whether you like it or not, because _you_ are a man.

If you are not satisfied with your environment, you can leave it--go away somewhere else--make yourself a part of some other life." He shook his head, wondering a little at her earnestness.

"That does not always follow.

Can a man, just because he is a man, always have or do just what he likes ?" "If he's strong enough," she insisted.

"But a woman must always do what other people like." He was sure now that she was speaking rebelliously.
She continued, "Can't you, if you are not satisfied with this life here, go away ?" "Yes, but not necessarily to any life I might desire.