Madge
shared a set of chambers in Gray's Inn with her brother who was an actor.
"But I have chosen them with care."
Joan murmured her thanks.
"I haven't asked any men," she added, as she fixed Joan in an easy chair
before the fire. "I was afraid of its introducing the wrong element."
"Tell me," asked Joan, "am I likely to meet with much of that sort of
thing?"
"Oh, about as much as there always is wherever men and women work
together," answered Madge. "It's a nuisance, but it has to be faced."
"Nature appears to have only one idea in her head," she continued after a
pause, "so far as we men and women are concerned. She's been kinder to
the lower animals."
"Man has more interests," Joan argued, "a thousand other allurements to
distract him; we must cultivate his finer instincts."
"It doesn't seem to answer," grumbled Madge. "One is always told it is
the artist--the brain worker, the very men who have these fine instincts,
who are the most sexual."
She made a little impatient movement with her hands that was
characteristic of her.
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