The way he lives--well, it isn't mine--and mine isn't his--and we both let it go at that.

But the women can't, they haven't it in 'em.

Each sits with her way of life in her lap.

You can't see it over the tablecloth, but, my God, how you feel it! The worst of it is," he ended, "that after one of these terrible meals each woman is more set than before in her own way of living.
Not that I don't like Edith's way," her husband added hastily.
Edith also disapproved of the fast increasing publicity which Deborah was getting.
"I may be very old-fashioned," she remarked to her father, "but I can't get used to this idea that a woman's place is in headlines.

And I think it's rather hard on you--the use she's making of your house." One Friday night when she came to play chess, she found her father in the midst of a boisterous special meeting of his club of Italian boys.