He smiled up at her through the meshes of the net when he encountered her curious eyes, expecting immediate release. There was no answering smile from her as she coolly examined his symmetrical features and perfect physical proportions through the folds of the net. No, there could be no longer any doubt in her mind that this young man was what the New Race University required for breeding purposes. No such specimen as this could hope to escape instant marriage. Here were features so mathematically flawless that they became practically featureless; here was bodily balance so ideal that the ultimate standards of Greek perfection seemed lop-sided in comparison. No, there could be no doubt about it; this young man was certainly required for the purpose of scientific propagation; willy-nilly he was destined to be one of the ancestors of that future and god-like race which must, one day, people the earth to replace the bigoted and degenerate population which at present encumbered it. She regarded him without the slightest personal interest now. His symmetry wearied her profoundly. "When are you going to let me out?" he asked cheerfully. She looked at him almost insolently under slightly lifted brows. "Presently," she said; and began to fumble in her satchel. In a few moments she produced two bottles, a roll of antiseptic cotton, and a hypodermic needle. "Will you come with me voluntarily?" she inquired, stepping nearer and looking down at him, "or must I use force?" He might have been humorously willing to go; he really desired to see this amusing adventure to the finish. But man resents coercion. "Force?" he repeated. "Exactly," she replied, displaying her pocket pharmacy. "What are those things you have in your hand?" he asked, trying to see. "Chloroform and a hypodermic needle. If you do not wish to come with me voluntarily you may take your choice." He laughed long and loud and derisively. "That's ridiculous," he said. "Be kind enough to undo this net. I might have been willing to go with you and look 'em over--your friends, you know; but I don't care for your idea of humour." "Your reply is typically man-like and tyrannical. For centuries man has enjoyed and abused the option of doing what he pleased. Now men are going to do what _we_ please, whether or not it suits them." "So I've understood," he said, laughing; "but this revolt has been on for a year and I haven't noticed any men doing what they did not wish to do." "We have four who are doing it. They are in training for their honeymoons. You are to be the fifth to begin training," she said coolly. He laughed again derisively, and lay watching her. She walked up close beside him and seated herself on the rock marked "Votes for Women."