lady's two fronts, the greater his satisfaction-up to, of course, the
point where his suspicions are aroused. Let her diminish that
contrast ever so little on the public side--by smiling at a handsome
actor, by saying a word too many to an attentive head-waiter, by
holding the hand of the rector of the parish, by winking amiably at
his brother or at her sister'husband--and at once the poor fellow
begins to look for clandestine notes, to employ private inquiry
agents, and to scrutinize the eyes, ears, noses and hair of his
children with shameful doubts. This explains many domestic
catastrophes.




15.


Mythical Anthropophagi


The man-hating woman, like the cold woman, is largely imaginary.
One often encounters references to her in literature, but who has
ever met hex in real life? As for me, I doubt that such a monster has
ever actually existed. There are, of course, women who spend a
great deal of time denouncing and reviling men, but these are
certainly not genuine man-haters; they are simply women who have
done their utmost to snare men, and failed. Of such sort are the
majority of inflammatory suffragettes of the sex-hygiene and
birth-control species. The rigid limitation of offspring, in fact, is
chiefly advocated by women who run no more risk of having