If they ever dream of it it is not what they have imagined when a man suddenly comes crashing through the barriers of friendship and stuns them with an incoherent recital of his own desires.
And yet, in spite of the shock, it is with them instinctive to be kind.
No woman can endure an appeal unmoved; except for them there would be no beggars; their charity is not a creed: it is the essence of them, the beginning of all things for them--and the end.
* * * * * The bantering smile had died out in Hamil's face; he sat very still, interested, disturbed, and then wondering when his eyes caught the restless manoeuvres of the little hands, constantly in motion, interlacing, eloquent of the tension of self-suppression.
* * * * * He thought: "It is a cowardly thing for an egotist with an egotist's early and lively knowledge of the world and of himself to come clamouring to a girl for charity.

It _is_ true that almost any man can make a young girl think she loves him if he is selfish enough to do it.
Is her ignorance a fault?
All her training deprecates any acquisition of worldly knowledge: it is not for her: her value is in her ignorance.
Then when she naturally makes some revolting mistake and attempts to escape to decency and freedom once more there is a hue and a cry from good folk and clergy.

Divorce?
It is a good thing--as the last resort.
And a woman need feel no responsibility for the sort of society that would deprive a woman of the last refuge she has!" He raised his eyes, curiously, in time to intercept hers.
"So--you did not know me after all, it seems," she said with a faint smile.

"You never suspected in me a _Vierge Rouge_, militant, champion of her downtrodden sex, haranguing whomsoever would pay her the fee of his attention.

Did you ?" And as he made no reply: "Your inference is that I have had some unhappy love affair--some perilously close escape from--unhappy matrimony." She shrugged.