"If all women are so, and she's a woman ?" "Ah, logic, dear lady," said Wilsey, holding up a finger--"logic, you know, has never been the specialty of your sex." "Of course it's logic," said Lanley, crossly.

"If you say all Americans are liars, Wilsey, and you're an American, the logical inference is that you think yourself a liar.

But Mrs.Baxter doesn't mean that she thinks all women are inferior--" "I must say I prefer men," she answered almost coquettishly.
"If all women were like you, Mrs.Baxter, I'd believe in giving them the vote," said Wilsey.
"Please don't," she answered.

"I don't want it." "Ah, the clever ones don't." "I never pretended to be clever." "Perhaps not; but I'd trust your intuition where I would pay no attention to a clever person." Lanley laughed.
"I think you'd better express that a little differently, Wilsey," he said; but his legal adviser did not notice him.
"My daughter came to me the other day," he went on to Mrs.Baxter, "and said, 'Father, don't you think women ought to have the vote some day ?' and I said, 'Yes, my dear, just as soon as men have the babies.'" "There's no answer to that," said Mrs.Baxter.
"I fancy not," said Wilsey.

"I think I put the essence of it in that sentence." "If ever women get into power in this country, I shall live abroad." "O Mrs.Baxter," said Mrs.Wayne, "really you don't understand women--" "I don't?
Why, Mrs.Wayne, I am a woman." "All human beings are spiteful and inaccurate and all those things you said; but that isn't _all_ they are.