So, to the woman gentle-bred there comes a risk in the undergoing of that which she has most hoped for since she loved a man, and since she would be all there is of perfect womanhood.

There is peril, and she knows it, but is braver than man at this time.

There is peril, and he knows it, and he is helpless and clinging as a child.
What can he do?
Nothing, save to bring in a hard hour the presence of one who may not bear a portion of the real trial.

Yet this is something.

It has saved dear women's lives.