That's all they can find to say--all they dare say.

You know what they are--what other men are--and some of the younger girls, too.
Not that I don't like them--and they are very sweet to me--only they're not like you--" "They're more human.

Is that it, Valerie ?" "No, I don't mean that!" "Yes, you do.

You mean that the others take life in a perfectly human manner--find enjoyment, amusement in each other, in a hundred things outside of their work.

They act like men and women, not like a painting machine; if they experience impulses and emotions they don't entirely stifle 'em.