The knowledge of woman, the lust of the flesh, transforms man into a beast.

You know the classics so well and are so fond of them--there is no apter allegory than the story of Semele, who desired once to see her lover, Jupiter, without the weaknesses and infirmities of the flesh--as the Lord of High Heaven--and perished at the sight." "Very well," said she softly, "you may despise me and say I am like Semele.

I prefer a warm-hearted, loving beast to an icy-cold and proud philosopher.

Anyhow, I am very fond of animals," and, lost in dreamy thought, she stroked Fido, who began to gasp and choke with delight, and eagerly licked the caressing hand.

After a pause she resumed slowly--"I should never have thought you were such a desperate woman-hater.