'It is stronger yet in German. "Dein Wille soll deinem Manne unterworfen sein, and er soll dein Herr sein." I think you have been studying it in German. But Hazel, that is the form of the curse; and the curse is done away in Christ.' 'But,' she said gravely, her timid reserve coming back with the subject,—'But the facts stand.' 'What facts? And take some nuts along with the facts.' 'The facts—of the case,' said Hazel, using her nut-cracker and laying the meats abstractedly on one side. 'The right of way,—and strength to enforce it,—for two.' Again Dane's eyes flashed and the corners of his mouth were a little hard to keep in order. 'Neatly put—' he said. Hazel glanced at him, but she ventured no questions. 'But you forget, Hazel,' he went on gravely, 'that all that, the odious part of it, belongs to a state of things that in Christ is passed away. It remains true, no doubt, that "the man is the head of the woman;" else the lesson-type would not answer to the lesson, which is to set forth the beauty and nearness of the relation between Christ and his church. But in a right marriage it is also true that "the woman is the glory of the man." Not the housekeeper, nor the nurse, or the plaything, still less the bond- woman; but the GLORY. She is the flower of all humanity; the good and beauty and grace of all earth, finds—for him—its perfectest bloom and expression in her.' She listened, smiling a little bit, then grave again. 'But that'—she said,—'is _that_ what it means?' 'Excuse me. What what means, Wych?' 'The words you quoted. The last words.' 'Do they mean what I said? Certainly.' 'And only that?' 'Can you make them mean more?' 'For me, a good deal more.' 'Then it will be for me, probably. Go on, and explain.' 'No, perhaps not for you. You might be perfectly content with the flower, as you call it, in your hand; content with your content; looking no further.' 'You are mistaken,' said Dane, with a manner both amused and pleased.—'I should never be content with _my_ content.' 'But I mean—' She was not very willing to tell her meaning, the words came slowly,—'I used to think, that being so much to him, she must needs be something in herself. That only one who was a glory in herself, _could_ be the glory of another. In my way'—Hazel added, dropping her voice, ' "She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life." And he will be "known in the gates" by more than the robe of purple and silk which her hands have woven!—' As far as the face could then, it went down, bending over the nuts. Dane looked, and smiled, and took no advantage. 'I do not see the difference of your view from mine,' he remarked quietly. 'You credit me surely with so much discrimination as to perceive that some women are nobody's glory,—even as some men are fit to be nobody's head.'