You may sneer at us, if you please, ladies.

We have been educated in a theory, that when you lead off with the bow, the order of Nature is reversed, and it is no wonder therefore, that, having stript us of one attribute, our fine feathers moult, and the majestic cock-like march which distinguishes us degenerates.

You unsex us, if I may dare to say so.

Ceasing to be men, what are we?
If we are to please you rightly, always allow us to play First.
Poor Evan did feel foolish.

Whether Rose saw it in his walk, or had a loving feminine intuition of it, and was aware of the golden rule I have just laid down, we need not inquire.