Chapter 19

           Thebloodrushedtomyface,andIstoppedabruptly.

           "Letusgoback,"Isaid.

           "Why?"

           "BecauseIdonotknowMissClareanddonotwanttoknowher.Literarywomenaremyabhorrence—theyarealwaysmoreorlessunsexed."

           "Youarethinkingofthe‘New’womenIsuppose—butyouflatterthem—theyneverhadanysextolose.Theself-degradingcreatureswhodelineatetheirfictionalheroinesaswallowinginunchastity,andwhowritefreelyonsubjectswhichmenwouldhesitatetoname,areunnaturalhybridsofno-sex.MavisClareisnotoneofthem—sheisan‘old-fashioned’youngwoman.MademoiselleDerino,thedancer,is‘unsexed,’butyoudidnotobjecttoheronthatscore—onthecontraryIbelieveyouhaveshownyourappreciationofhertalentsbyspendingaconsiderableamountofcashuponher."

           "That’snotafaircomparison"—Iansweredhotly—"MademoiselleDerinoamusedmeforatime."

           "Andwasnotyourrivalinart!"saidLuciowithalittlemalicioussmile—"Isee!Still—asfarasthequestionofbeing‘unsexed’goes,I,personally,considerthatawomanwhoshowsthepowerofherintellectismoretoberespectedthanthewomanwhoshowsthepowerofherlegs.Butmenalwayspreferthelegs—justastheypreferthedeviltotheDeity.Allthesame,Ithink,aswehavetimetospare,wemayaswellseethisgenius."

           "Genius!"Iechoedcontemptuously.

           "Femininetwaddler,then!"hesuggested,laughing—"Letusseethisfemininetwaddler.

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