“Why, child, have you not seen enough of the world to learn that a woman is most attractive to a man when he perceives that she is admired by other men? Have you not seen that a man seeks to marry a particular woman, not because he cares so greatly for her himself, but because he believes that other men care greatly for her? Your good husband is, I doubt not, fond enough of you; but when he perceives that you think much more of your baby than you do of him--when he perceives that the men whom he considered his rivals before he carried you _off_ from them, no longer follow in your train, is he to be blamed if he finds you a trifle insipid? Ah, let me tell you, my sweet young wife, a husband is a horse that requires the touch of a spur now and again. A jog-trot is not what suits a spirited creature.” “Heavens, madam! You mean that he--my husband--would be true to me if I only I--I--” “If only you were not too anxious that he should keep pace with the jog-trot into which you have fallen, my dear. Do you not fancy that I know he wishes me to sup with him only because he is well aware that a dozen men will be longing to mince him when they see him mincing my chicken for me?” “But I would go with him to the Gardens if he would ask me, only--ah, no one would want to mince him on my account.” “You silly one! Cannot you see that you must place him in the position of wanting to mince the other man?” “How? I protest that I am bewildered.” “Dear child, go to the Gardens, not with your husband, but with another man, and you will soon see him return to you with all the ardour of a lover with a rival in view. Jealousy is the spur which a husband needs to recall him to a sense of his duty, now and again.” “I will never consent to adopt such a course, madam. In the first place, I cannot force myself upon any gentleman of my acquaintance.” “Then the sooner you find one on whom you can force yourself, the better chance you will have of bringing your husband to your side.” “In the second place, I respect my husband too highly--” “Too highly to win him back to you, though not too highly to come to me with a story of the wrongs he has done to you? Oh, go away now; you do n't deserve your toy.” Mrs. Lewis did not respond to the laughter of the actress. She remained standing in the centre of the room with her head down. Fresh tears were welling up to her eyes. “I have given you my advice--and it is the advice of one who knows a good deal of men and their manners,” resumed Mrs. Abington. “If you cannot see your way to follow it there is nothing more to be said.” “I may be foolish; but I cannot bring myself to go alone with any man to the Gardens,” said her visitor in a low tone. “Then good-bye to you!” cried the actress, with a wave of her hand.