The position is faced, and that is all.
The position is one of the battles incident to women, their hardest.

It asks for more than justice from men, for generosity, our civilization not being yet of the purest.

That cry of hounds at her disrobing by Law is instinctive.

She runs, and they give tongue; she is a creature of the chase.

Let her escape unmangled, it will pass in the record that she did once publicly run, and some old dogs will persist in thinking her cunninger than the virtuous, which never put themselves in such positions, but ply the distaff at home.