“True. Our satirists and comedians amused themselves at the expense of marriage, love, fidelity, domestic bliss, the older generation; but Acquilla,” I added artfully, “was the attack unjustified? And since you have abolished marriage and the home, and parentage and romance, is it not fair to ascribe some part in the new enlightenment to that same masculine spirit of irony which undermines with ridicule what you have destroyed with your logic?” “You argue glibly,” said Acquilla, in the usual feminine way, “but one thing is clear from your own words--this thing you exalt as laughter, which I call the spirit of irony, has been a cruel and destructive force, and when it dominates a society it destroys it. I see the danger now, and Dulcina, Carrilla, Dianne, I expressly enjoin on you that what has happened here tonight, through a careless whim, must go no further.” “Really, my dear,” said Dulcina, laughing, “you are just a little put out by the brilliant exposition of a mere man and trying to magnify into an affair of state what is a game for children.” “I think Bogardus has argued brilliantly and revealed to us a surprising breadth of view. I am more of a masculinist than ever,” said Carrilla, coming to me and looking deep into my eyes. “And if he displeases you I shall be delighted to take him home with me.” “Carrilla, you are frivolous,” said Dianne, rising angrily. “I quite agree with Acquilla, and I am confident that when Bogardus has had time to become acquainted with our institutions he will be the last to advocate the introduction of any spirit of criticism.” “Why, I thought you stood for the regeneration of men,” said Dulcina, turning on Dianne. “At least you have said so a hundred times. It is you who are inconsistent! I agree with Carrilla--Bogardus has convinced me. The suppression of the male sex as it is carried on today is contrary to nature and justice!” She turned to me and taking my hand added: “Bogardus, all you say interests me intensely, and I invite you now to return with me and let me personally act as your guide.” “Why, the idea!” said Carrilla acidly. “I asked him first.” “Suppose we leave the choice to Bogardus himself,” said Dianne, looking angrily at the other two. Acquilla, who had watched this scene with frowning brow interrupted with a peremptory gesture. “For shame! We are acting like a group of silly men! Enough! When I need advice or assistance I shall know where to find it.” She rose, ending the evening. “It is late and Bogardus is still in need of strength and sleep. Good night!” Carrilla and Dulcina shrugged their shoulders and embraced me, with a warmth that had been entirely lacking in their first contact, but when I felt the lovely arms of Dianne about me, my pulse began to race. “Be careful, Jacko,” she whispered in my ear. “You went too far. Acquilla is alarmed and Acquilla is implacable. Good night, my adorable one!”