It is the simple demonstration of strength which allures them.

You see, man was meant to be strong," and Moravia laughed softly, "wasn't he?
He was not designed in the scheme of things to be a soft, silky-voiced creature like Cranley Beaton, for instance--talking gossip and handing tea-cups; he was just intended to be a fierce, great hunter, rushing round killing his food and capturing his mate; and women have remained such primitive unspoiled darlings, they can still be dominated by these lovely qualities--when they have a chance to see them.

But, alas! half the men have become so awfully civilized, they haven't a scrap of this delightful, aboriginal force left!" "I thought you said you personally preferred more diffident creatures," and Lord Fordyce smiled whimsically.
"So I do now--I said I had got over my interest in these savages--but, of course, I liked them once, as we all do.

It is one of our fatal stages that we have to pass through, like snakes changing their skins; and it makes many of us during the time lay up for ourselves all sorts of regrets." Henry sought eagerly through the flowers his beloved's face.

Had she, too, passed through this stage--or was it to come?
He asked himself this question a little anxiously, and then he remembered the words of Pere Anselme, and an unrest grew in his heart.