"Men, my love, are different from us," she had said once, "even the best of them! I tell you this because I hold it to be very wrong to rear girls in the belief that the face men show to the females they respect is their only one. I daresay, if we were to see them watching some horrid, vulgar prize-fight, or in company with women of a certain class, we shouldn't recognise out own husbands and brothers. I am very sure we would find them disgusting! Which, in some ways, they are, only it would be unjust to blame them for what they can't help. One ought rather to be thankful that any affairs they may have amongst what they call the muslin company don't change their <em>true</em> affection in the least. So odd!"