To tell you the truth, I do not like women to work at all outside their homes." Lady Carey laughed.
"My dear," she said to Lucille, "you and I may as well retire in despair.

Can't you see the sort of woman Mr.Brott admires?
She isn't like us a bit.

She is probably a healthy, ruddy-cheeked young person who lives in the country, gets up to breakfast to pour out the coffee for some sort of a male relative, goes round the garden snipping off roses in big gloves and a huge basket, interviews the cook, orders the dinner, makes fancy waistcoats for her husband, and failing a sewing maid, does the mending for the family.

You and I, Lucille, are not like that." "Well, you have mentioned nothing which I couldn't do, if it seemed worth while," Lucille objected.

"It sounds very primitive and delightful.