A woman is a woman, too, I fancy.

She always wants one thing--to be all the world to one man." "Quite true," I answered.

"Better that than part of the world to one--or two?
And the opposite of it is yet more true.

When a woman is all the world to a man, she despises him." "But yes, I should like that experience of being a cook in a cabin, and being bruised and broken and choked!" She smiled, lazily extending her flawless arms and looking down at them, at all of her splendid figure, as though in interested examination.

"I am alone so much--so bored!" she went on.