Hefaltered。"ToAnsell’s，itis——"Itseemedasifhewasmakingsomegreatadmission。Soself—consciouswashe，thathethoughtthetwowomenexchangedglances。HadAgnesalreadyexploredthatpartofhimthatdidnotbelongtoher？Wouldanotherchancesteprevealthepartthatdid？Heaskedthemabruptlywhattheywouldliketodoafterlunch。
　　"Anything，"saidMrs。Lewin，——"anythingintheworld。"
　　Awalk？Aboat？Ely？Adrive？Someobjectionwasraisedtoeach。
　　"Totellthetruth，"shesaidatlast，"Idofeelaweebittired，andwhatoccurstomeisthis。YouandAgnesshallleavemehereandhavenomorebother。Ishallbeperfectlyhappysnoozlinginoneofthesedelightfuldrawing—roomchairs。Dowhatyoulike，andthenpickmeupafterit。"
　　"Alas，it’sagainstregulations，"saidRickie。"TheUnionwon’ttrustladyvisitorsonitspremisesalone。"
　　"Butwho’stoknowI’malone？Withalotofmeninthedrawing—room，how’seachtoknowthatI’mnotwiththeothers？"
　　"ThatwouldshockRickie，"saidAgnes，laughing。"He’sfrightfullyhigh—principled。"
　　"No，I’mnot，"saidRickie，thinkingofhisrecentshiftinessoverbreakfast。
　　"Thencomeforawalkwithme。Iwantexercise。SomeconnectionofourswasoncerectorofMadingley。Ishallwalkoutandseethechurch。"
　　Mrs。LewinwasaccordinglyleftintheUnion。
　　"Thisisjolly！"AgnesexclaimedasshestrodealongthesomewhatdepressingroadthatleadsoutofCambridgepasttheobservatory。
　　"DoIgotoofast？"
　　"No，thankyou。Igetstrongereveryyear。Ifitwasn’tforthelookofthething，Ishouldbequitehappy。"
　　"Butyoudon’tcareforthelookofthething。It’sonlyignorantpeoplewhodothat，surely。"
　　"Perhaps。Icare。Ilikepeoplewhoarewell—madeandbeautiful。
　　Theyareofsomeuseintheworld。Iunderstandwhytheyarethere。Icannotunderstandwhytheuglyandcrippledarethere，howeverhealthytheymayfeelinside。Don’tyouknowhowTurnerspoilshispicturesbyintroducingamanlikeabolsterintheforeground？Well，inactuallifeeverylandscapeisspoiltbymenofworseshapesstill。"
　　"Yousoundlikeabolsterwiththestuffingout。"Theylaughed。
　　Shealwaysblewhiscobwebsawaylikethis，withapuffofhumorousmountainair。Justnowtheassociationsheattachedtoherwerevarious——sheremindedhimofaheroineofMeredith’s——
　　butaheroineattheendofthebook。Allhadbeenwrittenabouther。Shehadplayedhermightypart，andknewthatitwasover。
　　Heandhealonewasnotcontent，andwroteforherdailyatrivialandimpossiblesequel。
　　LasttimetheyhadtalkedaboutGerald。Butthatwassomesixmonthsago，whenthingsfelteasier。TodayGeraldwasthefaintestblur。FortunatelytheconversationturnedtoMr。
　　Pembrokeandtoeducation。DidwomenlosealotbynotknowingGreek？"Aheap，"saidRickie，roughly。Butmodernlanguages？ThustheygottoGermany，whichhehadvisitedlastEasterwithAnsell;andthencetotheGermanEmperor，andwhatato—dohemade;andfromhimtoourownking（stillPrinceofWales），whohadlivedwhileanundergraduateatMadingleyHall。Hereitwas。
　　Andallthetimehethought，"Itishardonher。Shehasnorighttobewalkingwithme。Shewouldbeillwithdisgustifsheknew。
　　Itishardonhertobeloved。"
　　TheylookedattheHall，andwentinsidetheprettylittlechurch。SomeArundelprintshunguponthepillars，andAgnesexpressedtheopinionthatpicturesinsideaplaceofworshipwereapity。Rickiedidnotagreewiththis。Hesaidagainthatnothingbeautifulwasevertoberegretted。
　　"You’recrackedonbeauty，"shewhispered——theywerestillinsidethechurch。"Dohurryupandwritesomething。"
　　"Somethingbeautiful？"
　　"Ibelieveyoucan。I’mgoingtolectureyouseriouslyallthewayhome。Takecarethatyoudon’twasteyourlife。"
　　Theycontinuedtheconversationoutside。"ButI’vegottohatemyownwriting。Ibelievethatmostpeoplecometothatstage——notsoearlythough。WhatIwriteistoosilly。Itcan’thappen。Forinstance，astupidvulgarmanisengagedtoalovelyyounglady。
　　Hewantshertoliveinthetowns，butsheonlycaresforwoods。
　　Sheshockshimthiswayandthat，butgraduallyhetamesher，andmakeshernearlyasdullasheis。Onedayshehasalastexplosion——overthesnobbyweddingpresents——andfliesoutofthedrawing—roomwindow，shouting，’Freedomandtruth！’Nearthehouseisalittledellfulloffir—trees，andsherunsintoit。
　　Hecomestherethenextmoment。Butshe’sgone。"
　　"Awfullyexciting。Where？"
　　"OhLord，she’saDryad！"criedRickie，ingreatdisgust。"She’sturnedintoatree。"
　　"Rickie，it’sverygoodindeed。Thekindofthinghassomethinginit。OfcourseyougetitallthroughGreekandLatin。Howupsetthemanmustbewhenheseesthegirlturn。"
　　"Hedoesn’tseeher。Heneverguesses。SuchamancouldneverseeaDryad。"
　　"Soyoudescribehowsheturnsjustbeforehecomesup？"
　　"No。IndeedIdon’teversaythatshedoesturn。Idon’tusetheword’Dryad’once。"
　　"Ithinkyououghttoputthatpartplainly。Otherwise，withsuchanoriginalstory，peoplemightmissthepoint。Haveyouhadanyluckwithit？"
　　"Magazines？Ihaven’ttried。Iknowwhatthestuff’sworth。Yousee，ayearortwoagoIhadagreatideaofgettingintotouchwithNature，justastheGreekswereintouch;andseeingEnglandsobeautiful，Iusedtopretendthathertreesandcoppicesandsummerfieldsofparsleywerealive。It’sfunnyenoughnow，butitwasn’tfunnythen，forIgotinsuchastatethatIbelieved，actuallybelieved，thatFaunslivedinacertaindoublehedgerowneartheCogMagogs，andoneeveningIwalkedamilesoonerthangothroughitalone。"
　　"Goodgracious！"Shelaidherhandonhisshoulder。
　　Hemovedtotheothersideoftheroad。"It’sallrightnow。I’vechangedthosefolliesforothers。ButwhileIhadthemIbegantowrite，andevennowIkeeponwriting，thoughIknowbetter。I’vegotquiteapileoflittlestories，allharpingonthisridiculousideaofgettingintotouchwithNature。"
　　"Iwishyouweren’tsomodest。It’ssimplysplendidasanidea。
　　Though——buttellmeabouttheDryadwhowasengagedtobemarried。Whatwasshelike？"
　　"Icanshowyouthedellinwhichtheyoungpersondisappeared。
　　Wepassitontherightinamoment。"
　　"Itdoesseemapitythatyoudon’tmakesomethingofyourtalents。Itseemssuchawastetowritelittlestoriesandneverpublishthem。Youmusthaveenoughforabook。Lifeissofullinourdaysthatshortstoriesaretheverything;theygetreadbypeoplewho’dnevertackleanovel。Forexample，atourDorcaswetriedtoreadoutalongaffairbyHenryJames——Herbertsawitrecommendedin’TheTimes。’Therewasnodoubtitwasverygood，butonesimplycouldn’trememberfromoneweektoanotherwhathadhappened。Sonowouraimistogetsomethingthatjustlaststhehour。Itakeyouseriously，Rickie，andthatiswhyIamsooffensive。Youaretoomodest。Peoplewhothinktheycandonothingsooftendonothing。Iwantyoutoplunge。"
　　Itthrilledhimlikeatrumpet—blast。Shetookhimseriously。
　　Couldhebutthankherforherdivineaffability！Butthewordswouldstickinhisthroat，orworsestillwouldbringotherwordsalongwiththem。Hisbreathcamequickly，forheseldomspokeofhiswriting，andnoone，notevenAnsell，hadadvisedhimtoplunge。
　　"ButdoyoureallythinkthatIcouldtakeupliterature？"
　　"Whynot？Youcantry。Evenifyoufail，youcantry。Ofcoursewethinkyoutremendouslyclever;andImetoneofyourdonsattea，andhesaidthatyourdegreewasnotintheleastaproofofyourabilities:hesaidthatyouknockedupandgotflurriedinexaminations。Oh！"——hercheekflushed，——"IwishIwasaman。Thewholeworldliesbeforethem。Theycandoanything。Theyaren’tcoopedupwithservantsandteapartiesandtwaddle。Butwhere’sthisdellwheretheDryaddisappeared？"
　　"We’vepassedit。"Hehadmeanttopassit。Itwastoobeautiful。
　　Allhehadread，allhehadhopedfor，allhehadloved，seemedtoquiverinitsenchantedair。Itwasperilous。Hedarednotenteritwithsuchawoman。
　　"Howlongago？"Sheturnedback。"Idon’twanttomissthedell。
　　Hereitmustbe，"sheaddedafterafewmoments，andsprangupthegreenbankthathidtheentrancefromtheroad。"Oh，whatajollyplace！"
　　"Gorightinifyouwanttoseeit，"saidRickie，anddidnotoffertogowithher。Shestoodforamomentlookingattheview，forafewstepswillincreaseaviewinCambridgeshire。Thewindblewherdressagainsther。Then，likeacataractagain，shevanishedpureandcoolintothedell。
　　Theyoungmanthoughtofherfeelingsnolonger。Hisheartthrobbedlouderandlouder，andseemedtoshakehimtopieces。
　　"Rickie！"
　　Shewascallingfromthedell。Forananswerhesatdownwherehewas，onthedust—bespatteredmargin。Shecouldcallasloudassheliked。Thedevilhaddonemuch，butheshouldnottakehimtoher。
　　"Rickie！"——anditcamewiththetonesofanangel。Hedrovehisfingersintohisears，andinvokedthenameofGerald。Buttherewasnosign，neitherangrymotionintheairnorhintofJanuarymist。June——fieldsofJune，skyofJune，songsofJune。GrassofJunebeneathhim，grassofJuneoverthetragedyhehaddeemedimmortal。Abirdcalledoutofthedell:"Rickie！"
　　Abirdflewintothedell。
　　"DidyoutakemefortheDryad？"sheasked。Shewassittingdownwithhisheadonherlap。Hehadlaiditthereforamomentbeforehewentouttodie，andshehadnotlethimtakeitaway。
　　"Iprayedyoumightnotbeawoman，"hewhispered。
　　"Darling，Iamverymuchawoman。Idonotvanishintogrovesandtrees。Ithoughtyouwouldnevercome。"
　　"Didyouexpect——？"
　　"Ihoped。Icalledhoping。"
　　InsidethedellitwasneitherJunenorJanuary。Thechalkwallsbarredouttheseasons，andthefir—treesdidnotseemtofeeltheirpassage。Onlyfromtimetotimetheodoursofsummerslippedinfromthewoodabove，tocommentonthewaxingyear。
　　Shebentdowntotouchhimwithherlips。
　　Hestarted，andcriedpassionately，"Neverforgetthatyourgreatestthingisover。Ihaveforgotten:Iamtooweak。Youshallneverforget。WhatIsaidtoyouthenisgreaterthanwhatIsaytoyounow。Whathegaveyouthenisgreaterthananythingyouwillgetfromme。"
　　Shewasfrightened。Againshehadthesenseofsomethingabnormal。Thenshesaid，"Whatisallthisnonsense？"andfoldedhiminherarms。
　　VIII
　　Ansellstoodlookingathisbreakfast—table，whichwaslaidforfourinsteadoftwo。Hisbedmaker，equallypeevish，explainedhowithadhappened。Lastnight，atoneinthemorning，theporterhadbeenawokewithanoteforthekitchens，andinthatnoteMr。
　　ElliotsaidthatallthesethingsweretobesenttoMr。
　　Ansell’s。
　　"Thefoolshavesenttheoriginalorderaswell。Here’sthelemon—solefortwo。Ican’tmoveforfood。"
　　"Thenotebeingambigerous，theKitchensjudgedbesttosenditall。"Shespokeofthekitchensinahalf—respectful，half—pityingway，muchasonespeaksofParliament。
　　"Who’stopayforit？"Hepeepedintothenewdishes。Kidneysentombedinanomelette，hotroastchickeninwaterygravy，aglazedbutpallidpie。
　　"Andwho’stowashitup？"saidthebedmakertoherhelpoutside。
　　AnsellhaddisputedlatelastnightconcerningSchopenhauer，andwasalittlecrossandtired。HebouncedovertoTilliard，whokeptopposite。Tilliardwaseatinggooseberryjam。
　　"DidElliotaskyoutobreakfastwithme？"
　　"No，"saidTilliardmildly。
　　"Well，you’dbettercome，andbringeveryoneyouknow。"
　　SoTilliardcame，bearinghimselfalittleformally，forhewasnotveryintimatewithhisneighbour。OutofthewindowtheycalledtoWiddrington。Buthelaidhishandonhisstomach，thusindicatingitwastoolate。
　　"Who’stopayforit？"repeatedAnsell，asamanappearedfromtheButterycarryingcoffeeonabrighttintray。
　　"Collegecoffee！Hownice！"remarkedTilliard，whowascuttingthepie。"Butbeforetermendsyoumustcomeandtrymynewmachine。Mysistergaveitme。Thereisabulbatthetop，andasthewaterboils——"
　　"Hemighthavecounter—orderedthelemon—sole。That’sRickieallover。Violentlyeconomical，andthenloseshishead，andallthethingsgobad。"
　　"Givethemtothebedderwhilethey’rehot。"Thiswasdone。Sheacceptedthemdispassionately，withtheairofonewholiveswithoutnourishment。Tilliardcontinuedtodescribehissister’scoffeemachine。
　　"What’sthat？"Theycouldhearpantingandrustlingonthestairs。
　　"Itsoundslikealady，"saidTilliardfearfully。Heslippedthepieceofpieback。Itfellintopositionlikeabrick。
　　"Isithere？AmIright？Isithere？"ThedooropenedandincameMrs。Lewin。"Ohhorrors！I’vemadeamistake。"
　　"That’sallright，"saidAnsellawkwardly。
　　"IwantedMr。Elliot。Wherearethey？"
　　"WeexpectMr。Elliotevery—moment，"saidTilliard。
　　"Don’ttellmeI’mright，"criedMrs。Lewin，"andthatyou’retheterrifyingMr。Ansell。"And，withobviousrelief，shewrungTilliardwarmlybythehand。
　　"I’mAnsell，"saidAnsell，lookingveryuncouthandgrim。
　　"Howstupidofmenottoknowit，"shegasped，andwouldhavegoneontoIknownotwhat，butthedooropenedagain。ItwasRickie。
　　"Here’sMissPembroke，"hesaid。"Iamgoingtomarryher。"
　　Therewasaprofoundsilence。
　　"Weoughtn’ttohavedonethingslikethis，"saidAgnes，turningtoMrs。Lewin。"WehavenorighttotakeMr。Ansellbysurprise。
　　ItisRickie’sfault。Hewasthatobstinate。Hewouldbringus。
　　Heoughttobehorsewhipped。"
　　"Heought，indeed，"saidTilliardpleasantly，andbolted。Nottillhegainedhisroomdidherealizethathehadbeenlessaptthanusual。AsforAnsell，thefirstthinghesaidwas，"Whydidn’tyoucounter—orderthelemon—sole？"
　　InsuchasituationMrs。Lewinwasofpricelessvalue。Sheledthewaytothetable，observing，"IquiteagreewithMissPembroke。Iloathesurprises。NevershallIforgetmyhorrorwhentheknife—boypaintedthedove’scagewiththedoveinside。Hediditasasurprise。PoorParsivalnearlydied。Hisfeatherswerebrightgreen！"
　　"Well，givemethelemon—soles，"saidRickie。"Ilikethem。"
　　"Thebedder’sgotthem。"
　　"Well，thereyouare！What’stheretobeannoyedabout？"
　　"Andwhilethecagewasdryingweputhimamongthebantams。Theyhadbeenthegreatestallies。ButIsupposetheytookhimforaparrotorahawk，orsomethingthatbantamshateforwhilehiscagewasdryingtheypickedouthisfeathers，andPICKEDandPICKEDouthisfeathers，tillhewasperfectlybald。’Hugo，look，’saidI。’ThisistheendofParsival。Letmehavenomoresurprises。’Heburstintotears。"
　　ThusdidMrs。Lewincreateanatmosphere。Atfirstitseemedunreal，butgraduallytheygotusedtoit，andbreathedscarcelyanythingelsethroughoutthemeal。Insuchanatmosphereeverythingseemedofsmallandequalvalue，andtheengagementofRickieandAgneslikethefeathersofParsival，flutteredlightlytotheground。Ansellwasgenerallysilent。Hewasnomatchforthesetwoquitecleverwomen。Onlyoncewasthereahitch。
　　TheyhadbeentalkinggailyenoughaboutthebetrothalwhenAnsellsuddenlyinterruptedwith，"Whenisthemarriage？"
　　"Mr。Ansell，"saidAgnes，blushing，"Iwishyouhadn’taskedthat。Thatpart’sdreadful。Notforyears，asfaraswecansee。"
　　ButRickiehadnotseenasfar。Hehadnottalkedtoherofthisatall。Lastnighttheyhadspokenonlyoflove。Heexclaimed，"Oh，Agnes—don’t！"Mrs。Lewinlaughedroguishly。
　　"Whythisdelay？"askedAnsell。
　　AgneslookedatRickie，whoreplied，"Imustgetmoney，worseluck。"
　　"Ithoughtyou’dgotmoney。"
　　Hehesitated，andthensaid，"Imustgetmyfootontheladder，then。"
　　Ansellbeganwith，"Onwhichladder？"butMrs。Lewin，usingtheprivilegeofhersex，exclaimed，"Notanotherword。Ifthere’sathingIabominate，itisplans。Myheadgoeswhirlingatonce。"
　　Whatshereallyabominatedwasquestions，andshesawthatAnsellwasturningserious。Toappeasehim，sheputonherclevermannerandaskedhimaboutGermany。Howhaditimpressedhim？Werewesototallyunfittedtorepelinvasion？WasnotGermanscholarshipoverestimated？Hereplieddiscourteously，buthedidreply;andifshecouldhavestoppedhimthinking，hertriumphwouldhavebeencomplete。
　　Whentheyrosetogo，AgnesheldAnsell’shandforamomentinherown。
　　"Good—bye，"shesaid。"Itwasveryunconventionalofustocomeaswedid，butIdon’tthinkanyofusareconventionalpeople。"
　　Heonlyreplied，"Good—bye。"Theladiesstartedoff。Rickielingeredbehindtowhisper，"Iwouldhaveitso。Iwouldhaveyoubeginsquaretogether。Ican’ttalkyet——I’velovedherforyears——can’tthinkwhatshe’sdoneitfor。I’mgoingtowriteshortstories。Ishallstartthisafternoon。Shedeclarestheremaybesomethinginme。"
　　Assoonashehadleft，Tilliardburstin，whitewithagitation，andcrying，"Didyouseemyawfulfauxpas——aboutthehorsewhip？
　　WhatshallIdo？ImustcallonElliot。OrhadIbetterwrite？"
　　"MissPembrokewillnotmind，"saidAnsellgravely。"Sheisunconventional。"Hekneltinanarm—chairandhidhisfaceintheback。
　　"Itwaslikeabomb，"saidTilliard。
　　"Itwasmeanttobe。"
　　"Idofeelafool。Whatmustshethink？"
　　"Nevermind，Tilliard。You’venotbeenasbigafoolasmyself。
　　Atallevents，youtoldherhemustbehorsewhipped。"
　　Tilliardhummedalittletune。Hehatedanythingnasty，andtherewasnastinessinAnsell。"Whatdidyoutellher？"heasked。
　　"Nothing。"
　　"Whatdoyouthinkofit？"
　　"Ithink:Damnthosewomen。"
　　"Ah，yes。Onehatesone’sfriendstogetengaged。Itmakesonefeelsoold:Ithinkthatisoneofthereasons。Thebrotherjustabovemehaslatelymarried，andmysisterwasquitesickaboutit，thoughthethingwassuitableineveryway。"
　　"DamnTHESEwomen，then，"saidAnsell，bouncingroundinthechair。"Damntheseparticularwomen。"
　　"Theylookedandspokelikeladies。"
　　"Exactly。Theirdiplomacywasladylike。Theirlieswereladylike。
　　They’vecaughtElliotinamostladylikeway。Isawitallduringtheonemomentwewerenatural。Generallywewereclatteringafterthemarriedone，whom——likeafool——Itookforafool。Butforonemomentwewerenatural，andduringthatmomentMissPembroketoldalie，andmadeRickiebelieveitwasthetruth。"
　　"Whatdidshesay？"
　　"Shesaid`wesee’insteadof’Isee。’"
　　Tilliardburstintolaughter。Thisjaundicedyoungphilosopher，withhiskinkyviewoflife，wastoomuchforhim。
　　"Shesaid’wesee，’"repeatedAnsell，"insteadof’Isee，’andshemadehimbelievethatitwasthetruth。Shecaughthimandmakeshimbelievethathecaughther。Shecametoseemeandmakeshimthinkthatitishisidea。ThatiswhatImeanwhenI
　　saythatsheisalady。"
　　"Youaretoosubtleforme。Mydulleyescouldonlyseetwohappypeople。"
　　"Ineversaidtheyweren’thappy。"
　　"Then，mydearAnsell，whyareyousocutup？It’sbeastlywhenafriendmarries，——andIgranthe’sratheryoung，——butIshouldsayit’sthebestthingforhim。Adecentwoman——andyouhaveprovednotonethingagainsther——adecentwomanwillkeephimuptothemarkandstophimgettingslack。She’llmakehimresponsibleandmanly，formuchasIlikeRickie，Ialwaysfindhimalittleeffeminate。And，really，"——hisvoicegrewsharper，forhewasirritatedbyAnsell’sconceit，"and，really，youtalkasifyouweremixedupintheaffair。Theypayacivilvisittoyourrooms，andyouseenothingbutdarkplotsandchallengestowar。"
　　"War！"criedAnsell，crashinghisfiststogether。"It’swar，then！"
　　"Oh，whatalotoftommy—rot，"saidTilliard。"Can’tamanandwomangetengaged？Mydearboy——excusemetalkinglikethis——whatonearthisittodowithus？"
　　"We’rehisfriends，andIhopewealwaysshallbe，butweshan’tkeephisfriendshipbyfighting。We’reboundtofallintothebackground。Wifefirst，friendssomewayafter。Youmayresenttheorder，butitisordainedbynature。"
　　"Thepointis，notwhat’sordainedbynatureoranyotherfool，butwhat’sright。"
　　"Youarehopelesslyunpractical，"saidTilliard，turningaway。
　　"Andletmeremindyouthatyou’vealreadygivenawayyourcasebyacknowledgingthatthey’rehappy。"
　　"Sheishappybecauseshehasconquered;heishappybecausehehasatlasthungalltheworld’sbeautyontoasinglepeg。Hewasalwaystryingtodoit。Heusedtocallthepeghumanity。
　　Willeitherofthesehappinesseslast？Hiscan’t。Hersonlyforatime。Ifightthiswomannotonlybecauseshefightsme，butbecauseIforeseethemostappallingcatastrophe。ShewantsRickie，partlytoreplaceanothermanwhomshelosttwoyearsago，partlytomakesomethingoutofhim。Heistowrite。Intimeshewillgetsickofthis。Hewon’tgetfamous。Shewillonlyseehowthinheisandhowlame。Shewilllongforajollierhusband，andIdon’tblameher。And，havingmadehimthoroughlymiserableanddegraded，shewillbolt——ifshecandoitlikealady。"
　　SuchweretheopinionsofStewartAnsell。
　　IX
　　SevenletterswritteninJune:——
　　CambridgeDearRickie，Iwouldratherwrite，andyoucanguesswhatkindofletterthisiswhenIsayitisafaircopy:Ihavebeenmakingroughdraftsallthemorning。WhenItalkIgetangry，andalsoattimestrytobeclever——tworeasonswhyIfailtogetattentionpaidtome。
　　Thisisaletteroftheprudentsort。Ifitmakesyoubreakofftheengagement，itsworkisdone。Youarenotapersonwhooughttomarryatall。Youareunfittedinbody:thatweoncediscussed。Youarealsounfittedinsoul:youwantandyouneedtolikemanypeople，andamanofthatsortoughtnottomarry。
　　"Youneverwereattachedtothatgreatsect"whocanlikeonepersononly，andifyoutrytoenterityouwillfinddestruction。IhavereadinbooksandIcannotaffordtodespisebooks，theyareallthatIhavetogoby——thatmenandwomendesiredifferentthings。Manwantstolovemankind;womanwantstoloveoneman。Whenshehashimherworkisover。SheistheemissaryofNature，andNature’sbiddinghasbeenfulfilled。ButmandoesnotcareadamnforNature——oratleastonlyaverylittledamn。Hecaresforahundredthingsbesides，andthemorecivilizedheisthemorehewillcarefortheseotherhundredthings，anddemandnotonly——awifeandchildren，butalsofriends，andwork，andspiritualfreedom。
　　Ibelieveyoutobeextraordinarilycivilized。——Yoursever，S。A。