She had tried to forget and enjoy; she had not succeeded; but she had looked with far-seeing eyes at her world.

Glenn Kilbourne's tragic fate had opened her eyes.
Either the world was all wrong or the people in it were.

But if that were an extravagant and erroneous supposition, there certainly was proof positive that her own small individual world was wrong.

The women did not do any real work; they did not bear children; they lived on excitement and luxury.

They had no ideals.