"You are a man. Women are different. We _do_ care. We _are_ affected.
That's why it is so dreadfully important that we should be understood.
I know it by experience. In different surroundings, with different
people, I myself am two or three totally different women--"
He asked no questions, but looked at me, silent, expectant, and lured by
that fatal love of talking about oneself which exists in so many
feminine hearts, I fell into the trap, and prattled thoughtlessly on:--
"At home with my younger sister, I was the one who had all the
responsibility and management. She depended on me. I was the Autocrat
of the Household, and everything I said was law."
"You would like that?"