She said suddenly one evening: “Harry, I was down at Field’s to-day. They want me.” Ever since, by that simile of hers of the dog chained and kenneled, she had put a bitter note into this matter between them, he had by this means or by that contributed no share to it when she had presented it. He once had referred to the dog incident. “I can’t talk to you when you talk like that, old girl,” he had said. “That’s not us. We don’t talk like that. You know how I feel about this matter. Talking only vexes it.” “Harry, I was down at Field’s to-day. They want me.” It was now to be faced. He put down the paper he had been reading and began to fill his pipe. “This wants a smoke,” he said and smiled at her; and he then told her that which the level quality of her voice, a note from end to end of purpose, had informed him. “I think we’re getting to the end of this business,” he said. Her voice maintained its quality. “Yes, near the end, Harry.” “Field’s want you. What are you going to do?” “Going back.” “I want you.” “I’m not leaving you. I am with you, as I came to you!” “The children want you.” “I am not leaving the children.” “It’s a question of home, Rosalie. It’s the home wants you.” She shook her head. “What are you going to do? “Going back.” “You’ve thought of everything?” “Everything.” “The children?” “Harry, the children don’t want me in the way that children used to want their mothers when I was a child. They don’t display the same affection, not in the same way, that we used to. I wish they did. I came back for it. It wasn’t there. They’re darlings, but they’re self-reliant darlings, self-assured, self-interested.” “They’ve a right to a home, Rosalie.” He paused. “And, Rosalie, I have a right to a home.” She said, “Have I no rights?” “There are certain things--” he slowly said and paused again--“established.” She said quickly, “Yes, men think that. They always have. Well, I believe that nothing is.” He looked steadily before him. “If it’s not established that woman’s part is the home part; if that is going to change, I wonder what’s going to happen to the world?” She said, “Men always do. They always have--wondered, and the future always has changed right out of their wondering. I believe that the future is with woman. I believe that as empires have passed, Rome, Greece, Carthage, that seemed to their rulers the pillars of the world, so will pass man’s dominion. Woman’s revolt--it’s no use talking of it as that, as a revolt. Women aren’t and never will be banded. They’re like the Jews. They’re everywhere but nowhere. But the Jews have had their day; woman--not yet. They work, not banded, but in single spies. In every generation more single spies and more single spies. In time.... In every generation man’s dominion, by like degree, decreased, decreased. In time.... I’m one of this day’s single spies, Harry.”