"He said: 'I will make of you a dream and an illusion.' And he did. The Madonna was his heavenly woman, his highest conception of woman. He transferred all his idealized qualities of her to the earthly woman, to every woman, and he has fooled himself into believing in them and in her ever since... like Leo does." "For an unmarried man you betray an amazing intimacy with the pestiferousness of woman," Dick commented. "Or is it all purely theoretical?" Terrence began to laugh. "Dick, boy, it's Laura Marholm Aaron's been just reading. He can spout her chapter and verse." "And with all this talk about woman we have not yet touched the hem of her garment," Graham said, winning a grateful look from Paula and Leo. "There is love," Leo breathed. "No one has said one word about love." "And marriage laws, and divorces, and polygamy, and monogamy, and free love," Hancock rattled off. "And why, Leo," Dar Hyal queried, "is woman, in the game of love, always the pursuer, the huntress?" "Oh, but she isn't," the boy answered quietly, with an air of superior knowledge. "That is just some of your Shaw nonsense." "Bravo, Leo," Paula applauded. "Then Wilde was wrong when he said woman attacks by sudden and strange surrenders?" Dar Hyal asked. "But don't you see," protested Leo, "all such talk makes woman a monster, a creature of prey." As he turned to Dick, he stole a side glance at Paula and love welled in his eyes. "Is she a creature of prey, Dick?" "No," Dick answered slowly, with a shake of head, and gentleness was in his voice for sake of what he had just seen in the boy's eyes. "I cannot say that woman is a creature of prey. Nor can I say she is a creature preyed upon. Nor will I say she is a creature of unfaltering joy to man. But I will say that she is a creature of much joy to man--" "And of much foolishness," Hancock added. "Of much fine foolishness," Dick gravely amended. "Let me ask Leo something," Dar Hyal said. "Leo, why is it that a woman loves the man who beats her?" "And doesn't love the man who doesn't beat her?" Leo countered. "Precisely." "Well, Dar, you are partly right and mostly wrong.--Oh, I have learned about definitions from you fellows. You've cunningly left them out of your two propositions. Now I'll put them in for you. A man who beats a woman he loves is a low type man. A woman who loves the man who beats her is a low type woman. No high type man beats the woman he loves. No high type woman," and all unconsciously Leo's eyes roved to Paula, "could love a man who beats her." "No, Leo," Dick said, "I assure you I have never, never beaten Paula." "So you see, Dar," Leo went on with flushing cheeks, "you are wrong. Paula loves Dick without being beaten."