soul to relinquish her own self-assertion, and believe in the man who believes in himself and in his own soul’s efforts: — if there are any such men nowadays, which is very doubtful.

Alas, alas, the future! Your son, who has tasted the real beauty of wife-response in his mother or sister. Your daughter, who adores her brother, and who marries some woman’s son. They are so charming to look at, such a lovely couple. And at first it is all such a good game, such good sport. Then each one begins to fret for the beauty of the lost, non-sexual, partial relationship. The sexual part of marriage has proved so — so empty. While that other loveliest thing — the poignant touch of devotion felt for mother or father or brother — why, this is missing altogether. The best is missing.