There is, however, a certain kind of protection which it is possible to afford the bride, even without departing from our most conventional conceptions of marriage.  We can at least insist that she shall be accurately informed as to the exact nature of her physical relations to her future husband and be safeguarded from the shocks or the disillusions which marriage might otherwise bring.  Notwithstanding the decay of prejudices, it is probable that even to-day the majority of women of the so-called educated class marry with only the vaguest and most inaccurate notions, picked up more or less clandestinely, concerning the nature of the sexual relationships.  So highly intelligent a woman as Madame Adam has stated that she believed herself bound to marry a man who had kissed her on the mouth, imagining that to be the supreme act of sexual union,[34] and it has frequently happened that women have married sexually inverted persons of their own sex, not always knowingly, but believing them to be men, and never discovering their mistake; it is not long indeed since in America three women were thus successively married to the same woman, none of them apparently ever finding out the real sex of the “husband.”  “The civilized girl,” as Edward Carpenter remarks, “is led to the ‘altar’ often in uttermost ignorance and misunderstanding of the sacrificial rites about to be consummated.”  Certainly more rapes have been effected in marriage than outside it.[35] The girl is full of vague and romantic faith in the promises of love, often heightened by the ecstasies depicted in sentimental novels from which every touch of wholesome reality has been carefully omitted.  “All the candor of faith is there,” as Senancour puts it in his book De l’Amour, “the desires of inexperience, the needs of a new life, the hopes of an upright heart.  She has all the faculties of love, she must love; she has all the means of pleasure, she must be loved.  Everything expresses love and demands love:  this hand formed for sweet caresses, an eye whose resources are unknown if it must not say that it consents to be loved, a bosom which is motionless and useless without love, and will fade without having been worshipped; these feelings that are so vast, so tender, so voluptuous, the ambition of the heart, the heroism of passion!  She needs must follow the delicious rule which the law of the world has dictated.  That intoxicating part, which she knows so well, which everything recalls, which the day inspires and the night commands, what young, sensitive, loving woman can imagine that she shall not play it?” But when the actual drama of love begins to unroll before her, and she realizes the true nature of the “intoxicating part” she has to play, then, it has often happened, the case is altered; she finds herself altogether unprepared, and is overcome with terror and alarm.  All the felicity of her married life may then hang on a few chances, her husband’s skill and consideration,