Which is why I feel that the only work for my father's daughter--for he was one of the pioneers, Mr.Denham, and on his tombstone I had that verse from the Psalms put, about the sowers and the seed....

And what wouldn't I give that he should be alive now, seeing what we're going to see--" but reflecting that the glories of the future depended in part upon the activity of her typewriter, she bobbed her head, and hurried back to the seclusion of her little room, from which immediately issued sounds of enthusiastic, but obviously erratic, composition.
Mary made it clear at once, by starting a fresh topic of general interest, that though she saw the humor of her colleague, she did not intend to have her laughed at.
"The standard of morality seems to me frightfully low," she observed reflectively, pouring out a second cup of tea, "especially among women who aren't well educated.

They don't see that small things matter, and that's where the leakage begins, and then we find ourselves in difficulties--I very nearly lost my temper yesterday," she went on, looking at Ralph with a little smile, as though he knew what happened when she lost her temper.

"It makes me very angry when people tell me lies--doesn't it make you angry ?" she asked Katharine.
"But considering that every one tells lies," Katharine remarked, looking about the room to see where she had put down her umbrella and her parcel, for there was an intimacy in the way in which Mary and Ralph addressed each other which made her wish to leave them.

Mary, on the other hand, was anxious, superficially at least, that Katharine should stay and so fortify her in her determination not to be in love with Ralph.
Ralph, while lifting his cup from his lips to the table, had made up his mind that if Miss Hilbery left, he would go with her.
"I don't think that I tell lies, and I don't think that Ralph tells lies, do you, Ralph ?" Mary continued.
Katharine laughed, with more gayety, as it seemed to Mary, than she could properly account for.