“Not to save me from myself, but to save me from my own higher and better nature,” Herminia answered with passionate seriousness.  “Alan, I don’t want any man to save me from that; I want you rather to help me, to strengthen me, to sympathize with me.  I want you to love me, not for my face and form alone, not for what I share with every other woman, but for all that is holiest and deepest within me.  If you can’t love me for that, I don’t ask you to love me; I want to be loved for what I am in myself, for the yearnings I possess that are most of all peculiar to me.  I know you are attracted to me by those yearnings above everything; why wish me untrue to them?  It was because I saw you could sympathize with me in these impulses that I said to myself, Here, at last, is the man who can go through life as an aid and a spur to me.  Don’t tell me I was mistaken; don’t belie my belief.  Be what I thought you were, what I know you are.  Work with me, and help me.  Lift me! raise me! exalt me!  Take me on the sole terms on which I can give myself up to you.”

She stretched her arms out, pleading; she turned those subtle eyes to him, appealingly.  She was a beautiful woman.  Alan Merrick was human.  The man in him gave way; he seized her in his clasp, and pressed her close to his bosom.  It heaved tumultuously.  “I could do anything for you, Herminia,” he cried, “and indeed, I do sympathize with you.  But give me, at least, till to-morrow to think this thing over.  It is a momentous question; don’t let us be precipitate.”

Herminia drew a long breath.  His embrace thrilled through her.  “As you will,” she answered with a woman’s meekness.  “But remember, Alan, what I say I mean; on these terms it shall be, and upon none others.  Brave women before me have tried for awhile to act on their own responsibility, for the good of their sex; but never of their own free will from the very beginning.  They have avoided marriage, not because they thought it a shame and a surrender, a treason to their sex, a base yielding to the unjust pretensions of men, but because there existed at the time some obstacle in their way in the shape of the vested interest of some other woman.  When Mary Godwin chose to mate herself with Shelley, she took her good name in her hands; but still there was Harriet.  As soon as Harriet was dead, Mary showed she had no deep principle of action involved, by marrying Shelley.  When George Eliot chose to pass her life with Lewes on terms of equal freedom, she defied the man-made law; but still, there was his wife to prevent the possibility of a legalized union.  As soon as Lewes was dead, George Eliot showed she had no principle involved, by marrying another man.  Now, I have the rare chance of acting otherwise; I can show the world from the very first that I act from principle, and from principle only.  I can say to it in effect, ’See, here is the man of my choice, the man I love, truly,