Sulks， bad temper， and pig-headed obstinacy are translated as 'pretty Fanny's wilful ways.' Cowardice， contemptible in man or woman， she is encouraged to cultivate as a charm.Incompetence to pack her own bag or find her own way across a square and round a corner is deemed an attraction.Abnormal ignorance and dense stupidity entitle her to pose as the poetical ideal.If she give a penny to a street beggar， selecting generally the fraud， or kiss a puppy's nose， we exhaust the language of eulogy， proclaiming her a saint.The marvel to me is that， in spite of the folly upon which they are fed， so many of them grow to be sensible women.""Myself，" remarked the Minor Poet， "I find much comfort in the conviction that talk， as talk， is responsible for much less good and much less harm in the world than we who talk are apt to imagine.
Words to grow and bear fruit must fall upon the earth of fact.""But you hold it right to fight against folly？" demanded the Philosopher.
"Heavens， yes！" cried the Minor Poet."That is how one knows it is Folly--if we can kill it.Against the Truth our arrows rattle harmlessly."第一章
"But what is her reason？" demanded the Old Maid.
"Reason！ I don't believe any of them have any reason." The Woman of the World showed sign of being short of temper， a condition of affairs startlingly unusual to her."Says she hasn't enough work to do.""She must be an extraordinary woman，" commented the Old Maid.
"The trouble I have put myself to in order to keep that woman， just because George likes her savouries， no one would believe，" continued indignantly the Woman of the World."We have had a dinner party regularly once a week for the last six months， entirely for her benefit.Now she wants me to give two.I won't do it！""If I could be of any service？" offered the Minor Poet."My digestion is not what it once was， but I could make up in quality--a recherche little banquet twice a week， say on Wednesdays and Saturdays， I would make a point of eating with you.If you think that would content her！""It is really thoughtful of you，" replied the Woman of the World， "but I cannot permit it.Why should you be dragged from the simple repast suitable to a poet merely to oblige my cook？ It is not reason.""I was thinking rather of you，" continued the Minor Poet.
"I've half a mind，" said the Woman of the World， "to give up housekeeping altogether and go into an hotel.I don't like the idea， but really servants are becoming impossible.""It is very interesting，" said the Minor Poet.
"I am glad you find it so！" snapped the Woman of the World.
"What is interesting？" I asked the Minor Poet.
"That the tendency of the age，" he replied， "should be slowly but surely driving us into the practical adoption of a social state that for years we have been denouncing the Socialists for merely suggesting.Everywhere the public-houses are multiplying， the private dwellings diminishing.""Can you wonder at it？" commented the Woman of the World."You men talk about 'the joys of home.' Some of you write poetry--generally speaking， one of you who lives in chambers， and spends two-thirds of his day at a club." We were sitting in the garden.The attention of the Minor Poet became riveted upon the sunset."'Ethel and I by the fire.' Ethel never gets a chance of sitting by the fire.So long as you are there， comfortable， you do not notice that she has left the room to demand explanation why the drawing-room scuttle is always filled with slack， and the best coal burnt in the kitchen range.Home to us women is our place of business that we never get away from.""I suppose，" said the Girton Girl--to my surprise she spoke with entire absence of indignation.As a rule， the Girton Girl stands for what has been termed "divine discontent" with things in general.
In the course of time she will outlive her surprise at finding the world so much less satisfactory an abode than she had been led to suppose--also her present firm conviction that， given a free hand， she could put the whole thing right in a quarter of an hour.There are times even now when her tone suggests less certainty of her being the first person who has ever thought seriously about the matter."I suppose，" said the Girton Girl， "it comes of education.
Our grandmothers were content to fill their lives with these small household duties.They rose early， worked with their servants， saw to everything with their own eyes.Nowadays we demand time for self-development， for reading， for thinking， for pleasure.
Household drudgery， instead of being the object of our life， has become an interference to it.We resent it.""The present revolt of woman，" continued the Minor Poet， "will be looked back upon by the historian of the future as one of the chief factors in our social evolution.The 'home'--the praises of which we still sing， but with gathering misgiving--depended on her willingness to live a life of practical slavery.When Adam delved and Eve span--Adam confining his delving to the space within his own fence， Eve staying her spinning-wheel the instant the family hosiery was complete--then the home rested upon the solid basis of an actual fact.Its foundations were shaken when the man became a citizen and his interests expanded beyond the domestic circle.Since that moment woman alone has supported the institution.Now she， in her turn， is claiming the right to enter the community， to escape from the solitary confinement of the lover's castle.The 'mansions，'
