an assertion of man’s supremacy over woman.  It ties her to him for life, it ignores her individuality, it compels her to promise what no human heart can be sure of performing; for you can contract to do or not to do, easily enough, but contract to feel or not to feel,—­what transparent absurdity!  It is full of all evils, and I decline to consider it.  If I love a man at all, I must love him on terms of perfect freedom.  I can’t bind myself down to live with him to my shame one day longer than I love him; or to love him at all if I find him unworthy of my purest love, or unable to retain it; or if I discover some other more fit to be loved by me.  You admitted the other day that all this was abstractly true; why should you wish this morning to draw back from following it out to its end in practice?”

Alan was only an Englishman, and shared, of course, the inability of his countrymen to carry any principle to its logical conclusion.  He was all for admitting that though things must really be so, yet it were prudent in life to pretend they were otherwise.  This is the well-known English virtue of moderation and compromise; it has made England what she is, the shabbiest, sordidest, worst-organized of nations.  So he paused for a second and temporized.  “It’s for your sake, Herminia,” he said again; “I can’t bear to think of your making yourself a martyr.  And I don’t see how, if you act as you propose, you could escape martyrdom.”

Herminia looked up at him with pleading eyes.  Tears just trembled on the edge of those glistening lashes.  “It never occurred to me to think,” she said gently but bravely, “my life could ever end in anything else but martyrdom.  It must needs be so with all true lives, and all good ones.  For whoever sees the truth, whoever strives earnestly with all his soul to be good, must be raised many planes above the common mass of men around him; he must be a moral pioneer, and the moral pioneer is always a martyr.  People won’t allow others to be wiser and better than themselves, unpunished.  They can forgive anything except moral superiority.  We have each to choose between acquiescence in the wrong, with a life of ease, and struggle for the right, crowned at last by inevitable failure.  To succeed is to fail, and failure is the only success worth aiming at.  Every great and good life can but end in a Calvary.”

“And I want to save you from that,” Alan cried, leaning over her with real tenderness, for she was already very dear to him.  “I want to save you from yourself; I want to make you think twice before you rush headlong into such a danger.”