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Mrs. Roosevelt. I knew her before, but I got much better acquainted with her then than I ever had at any other time on a much more offhand basis. She was a very easy woman to know. She was very much a woman's woman. She talked with another woman on the frankest, pleasantest terms. There wasn't any of this waiting for the men to come in after their coffee. What she had to say, she was delighted to say to you. She didn't have to wait for the gentlemen to come, as some women do. Some women don't open up or show off at all until the gentlemen come in from dinner. Some quite brilliant women have nothing to say while the ladies wait in the drawing room. They won't say a word. They're brilliant, witty, entertaining the minute the gentlemen come in. Women notice those differences. It's all right, but you notice that that particular kind of woman doesn't care a hoot what you say or what you think. You're just another woman. There are very few men who won't open up except before women. Men talk much more freely, show themselves and strut their stuff before men much more than women do, I think. That's my observation. Of course, men will talk to women about things that they won't talk to other men about, and vice versa to a certain extent.