' Stephen bent over and kissed her, then standing up said: 'I understand! Isn't it wrong, Auntie, that there should be such tragedies?
Should not that glance be given?
Why should that tone be checked?
Why should one be mute when a single word might, would, avert the tragedy?
Is it not possible, Auntie, that there is something wrong in our social system when such things can happen; and can happen so often ?' She looked remorseless as well as irresistible in the pride of her youthful strength as with eyes that blazed, not flashing as in passion but with a steady light that seemed to burn, she continued: 'Some day women must learn their own strength, as well as they have learned their own weakness.

They are taught this latter from their cradles up; but no one ever seems to teach them wherein their power lies.
They have to learn this for themselves; and the process and the result of the self-teaching are not good.

In the University Settlement I learned much that made my heart ache; but out of it there seemed some lesson for good.' She paused; and her aunt, wishing to keep the subject towards higher things, asked: 'And that lesson, Stephen dear ?' The blazing eyes turned to her so that she was stirred by them as the answer came: 'It is bad women who seem to know men best, and to be able to influence them most.

They can make men come and go at will.

They can turn and twist and mould them as they choose.