But that a woman should expect a man to be faithful to her, be she wife or mistress, is contrary to all nature." "We have put nature out of the running now for a couple of thousand years," Mr.Carlyon announced sententiously; "we have set up a standard of impossibilities and worship hypocrisy and can no longer see any truth.

You have got to reckon with things as they are, not with what nature meant them to be." "Then you think women are a force now which one must consider ?" "I think they are as deadly as the deep sea--" and Mr.Carlyon's voice was tense.

"When they have only bodies they are dangerous enough, but when--as many of the modern ones have--they combine a modicum of mind as well, with all the cunning Satan originally endowed them with--then happy is the man who escapes, even partially whole, from their claws." "Whew--" whistled John Derringham, "and what if they have souls?
Not that I personally admit that such a case exists--what then ?" "When you meet a woman with a soul you will have met your match, John," the Professor said, and opening his _Times_, which Demetrius had brought in with the second post, he closed the conversation.
John Derringham strolled into the garden.

The place had been greatly improved since Halcyone's first discovery of its new occupant.

The shutters were all a spruce green and the paths weeded and tidy, while the borders were full of bedded-out plants and flowers.