And as Jane talked, my seasoned indignation of four years against my keeper flared up, and while she paused at intervals for breath I hurled out plans for his demolishment.  I wish now I had been more conservatively quiet, and left myself a loophole, but I didn’t.  I walked into this situation and shut the door behind me.

“Yes, Evelina, I think you will have to insist forcibly on assuming charge of your own social and financial affairs in your own home.  It may not be easy, with such a man as you describe, but you will accomplish it.  However, many mediocre women have proved their ability to attend to their own fortunes, and do good business for themselves; but your battle is to be fought on still higher grounds.  You are to rise and establish with your fellow-man a plane of common citizenship.  You do it for his sake and your own, and for that of humanity.”

“Suppose, after I get up there on that plateau, I didn’t find any man at all,” I ventured faint-heartedly, but with a ripple of my risibles; the last in life I fear.

“You must reach down your hands to them and draw them up to you,” she answered in a tone of tonic inspiration.  “You are to claim the same right to express your emotions that a man has.  You are to offer your friendship to both men and women on the same frank terms, with no degrading hesitancy caused by an embarrassment on account of your sex.  It is his due and yours.  No form of affection is to be withheld from him.  It is to be done frankly and impressively, and when the time comes—­” I can hardly write this, but the memory of the wonderful though fanatic light in Jane’s eyes makes me able to scrawl it—­“that you feel the mating instinct in you move towards any man, I charge you that you are to consider it a sacred obligation to express it with the same honesty that a man would express the same thing to you, in like case, even if he has shown no sign of that impulse toward you.  No contortions and contemptible indirect method of attack, but a fearless one that is yours by right, and his though he may not acknowledge it.  The barbaric and senseless old convention that denies women the right of selection, for which God has given her the superior instinct, is to be broken down by just such women as you.  A woman less dowered by beauty and all feminine charm could not do it just yet, but to you, to whom the command of men is a natural gift, is granted the wonderful chance to prove that it can be done, honestly and triumphantly, with no sacrifice of the sacredness of womanhood.”

“Oh, Jane.”  I moaned into the arm of the chair on which I had bowed my head.

I am moaning; now just as much, down in the bottom of my heart.  Where are all my gentle foremothers that smiled behind their lace fans and had their lily-white hands kissed by cavalier gentlemen in starched ruffles, out under the stars that rise over Old Harpeth, that they don’t claim me in a calm and peaceful death?  Still, as much as I would like to die, I am interested in what is going to happen.