She left Victor uncomfortably rufed:  and how? for she had none of the physical charms appealing peculiarly to the man who was taken with grandeur of shape.  She belonged rather to the description physically distasteful to him.

It is a critical comment on a civilization carelessly distilled from the jealous East, when visits of fair women to City offices can have this effect.  If the sexes are separated for an hour, the place where one is excluded or not common to see, becomes inflammable to that appearing spark.  He does outrage to a bona Dea:  she to the monasticism of the Court of Law:  and he and she awaken unhallowed emotions.  Supposing, however, that western men were to de-orientalize their gleeful notions of her, and dis-Turk themselves by inviting the woman’s voluble tongue to sisterly occupation there in the midst of the pleading Court, as in the domestic circle:  very soon would her eyes be harmless:  unless directed upon us with intent.

That is the burning core of the great Question, our Armageddon in Morality:  Is she moral?  Does she mean to be harmless?  Is she not untamable Old Nature?  And when once on an equal footing with her lordly half, would not the spangled beauty, in a turn, like the realistic transformation-trick of a pantomime, show herself to be that wanton old thing—­the empress of disorderliness?  You have to recollect, as the Conservative acutely suggests, that her timidities, at present urging her to support Establishments, pertain to her state of dependence.  The party views of Conservatism are, must be, founded, we should remember, on an intimate acquaintance with her in the situations where she is almost unrestrictedly free and her laughter rings to confirm the sentences of classical authors and Eastern sages.  Conservatives know what they are about when they refuse to fling the last lattice of an ancient harem open to air and sun-the brutal dispersers of mystery, which would despoil an ankle of its flying wink.

Victor’s opinions were those of the entrenched majority; objecting to the occult power of women, as we have the women now, while legislating to maintain them so; and forbidding a step to a desperately wicked female world lest the step should be to wickeder.  His opinions were in the background, rarely stirred; but the lady had brought them forward; and he fretted at his restlessness, vexed that it should be due to the intrusion of the sex instead of to the charms of the individual.  No sting of the sort had bothered him, he called to mind, on board the Channel boat-nothing to speak of.  ’Why does she come here!  Why didn’t she go to her husband!  She gets into the City scramble blindfold, and catches at the nearest hand to help her out!  Nice woman enough.’  Yes, but he was annoyed with her for springing sensations that ran altogether heartless to the object, at the same time that they were disloyal to the dear woman their natural divinity.  And between him and that dear woman, since the communication made by Skepsey in the town of Dreux, nightly the dividing spirit of Mrs. Burman lay cold as a corpse.  They both felt her there.  They kissed coldly, pressed a hand, said good night.