"There is something very funny about the eternal feminine.

It is so earnest on the wrong tack, and hurts itself and others so cruelly, and gets no thanks for it." "I don't know what you mean.

I don't like your talking so to me, Horace.

I only meant to do what was right." "I won't talk so any more, darling." "I don't think I have much of the eternal feminine about me, Horace." "Of course not, sweetheart." "I love you, anyway," Rose whispered, and put up her face to be kissed again, "and I didn't want to hurt you.

I only wanted to do my duty." "Of course you did, sweetheart.