I don't think it's just.

When I have done my work at home I think I ought to be every bit as free as you are--every bit as free.

And I'm sure, Edmund, that love needs freedom if it is to remain love in truth.' He looked at her keenly.
'That's a dreadful thing for you to say.

So, if I disapprove of your becoming the kind of woman that acknowledges no law, you will cease to love me ?' 'What law do you mean ?' 'Why, the natural law that points out a woman's place, and'-- he added, with shaken voice--'commands her to follow her husband's guidance.' 'Now you are angry.

We mustn't talk about it any more just now.' She rose and poured out a glass of water.