thought of it all. "You don't have a moment to yourself; your life isn't your own!"
"But the lady isn't allowed to do any useful kind of work?"
"Work! Don't you call all that work, and useful? I'm sure I envy the cook in my kitchen at times; I envy the woman that scrubs my floors. Stop! Don't ask why I don't go into my kitchen, or get down on my knees with the mop! It isn't possible! You simply can't! Perhaps you could if you were very grand dame, but if you're anywhere near the line of necessity, or ever have been, you can't. Besides, if we did do our own household work, as I understand your Altrurian ladies do, what would become of the the servant class? We should be taking away their living, and that would be wicked."
"It would certainly be wrong to take away the living of a fellow-creature," the Altrurian gravely admitted, "and I see the obstacle in your way."
"It's a mountain," said the lady, with exhaustion in her voice, but a returning amiability; his forbearance must have placated her.
"May I ask what the use of your society life is?" he ventured, after a moment.
