"I want you to know," she stoutly declared, "that neither is my husband my boss nor am I a prig! Back in school, we girls--we used to talk--and read and discuss things--Bernard Shaw--" Her hostess smiled: "Oh, Shaw, my dear, is a dear, witty man--and he's so funny and so fair.
But to live with him--ugh!--rather icy!" She laughed.

"See here.

No matter what you have read, you've never met me until now.

I mean the big Me that thrills all girls--who speak about me in whispers.

Well, then, just for a minute, meet me--look at me and see what I am." On her piquante little face was a look of friendly challenge.