"
"Eh bien?" said I.
"Well, don't you see what I'm driving at?"
"I don't a bit."
She sighed. "Oh, dear! How dull some people are! Don't you see
that, when an affair like that is over, a woman likes to get some
evidence of the man's fine qualities, in order to justify her for
having once cared for him?"
"Quite so. Yet--" I felt argumentative. The breach, as you know,
between Betty and Boyce was wrapped in exasperating obscurity.
"Yet, on the other hand," said I, "she might welcome evidence of
his worthlessness, so as to justify her for having thrown him
over."
"If a woman isn't a dam-fool already," said Betty, "and I don't
think I'm one, she doesn't like to feel that she ever made a dam-
fool of herself. She is proud of her instincts and her judgments
and the sensitive, emotional intelligence that is hers. When all
these seem to have gone wrong, it's pleasing to realise that
originally they went right. It soothes one's self-respect, one's
pride. I know now that all these blind perceptions in me went
straight to certain magnificent essentials--those that make the
great, strong, fearless fighting man. That's attractive to a
woman, you know.
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