“youth flies; and I may not lay a finger on you to caress you.”
“Not to caress me — as that woman did to you — — ”
“Lois!”
“I can not help it. There is in her — in all such women — a sly, smooth, sleek and graceful beast, ever seeming to invite or offer a caress — — ”
“She is sweet and womanly; a warm friend of many years.”
“Oh! And am I not — womanly?”
“Are you, entirely?”
She looked at me troubled:
“How would you have me be more womanly?”