explanation is simple enough, perhaps, for a woman never hates a man
unless he is in some sense her master. Love and hate are kindred
passions with a woman and the depth of the one is the possible measure
of the other.

She is wise who fully understands her weapon of coquetry. She will send
her lover from her at the moment his love is strongest, and he will
often seek her in vain. She will be parsimonious with her letters and
caresses and thus keep her attraction at its height. If he is forever
unsatisfied, he will always be her lover, for satiety must precede
repulsion.

No woman need fear the effect of absence upon the man who honestly
loves her. The needle of the compass, regardless of intervening seas,
points forever toward the north. Pitiful indeed is she who fails to be a
magnet and blindly becomes a chain.

The age has brought with it woman's desire for equality, at least in the
matter of love. She wishes to be as free to seek a man as he is to seek
her--to love him as freely and frankly as he does her. Why should she
withhold her lips after her heart has surrendered? Why should she keep
the pretence of coyness long after she has been won?

[Sidenote: The Old, Old Law]

Far beneath the tinsel of our restless age lies the old, old law, and
she who scorns it does so at the peril of all she holds most dear.
Legislation may at times be disobeyed, but never law, for the breaking
brings swift punishment of its own.