female beasts of the field who only wait and live to be used by the
males, giving 'all they are and all they have,' poor creatures! The
bull does not 'love' the cow--he gives her a calf. When the calf is
born and old enough to get along by itself, it forgets its mother
just as its mother forgets IT, while the sire is blissfully
indifferent to both! It's really the same thing with human animals,-
-especially nowadays--only we haven't the honesty to admit it! No,
Manella Soriso!--with your good looks you ought to be far above
'feeling like THAT!--you are a nobler creature than a cow! No wonder
men despise women who are always on the cow level!"

She laughed again, and tripped lightly to the looking-glass.

"I must dress;"--she said--"And you can take a message to my
chauffeur and tell him to get everything ready to start. I've had a
lovely night's rest and am quite fit for a long run."

"Oh, are you going?" and Manella gave a little cry of pain--"I am
sorry! I do want you to stay!"

Morgana's eyes flashed mingled humour and disdain. "You quaint
creature! Why should I stay? There's nothing to stay for!"

"If there's nothing to stay for, why did you come?"

This was an unexpected question, the result of a subconscious
suggestion in Manella's mind which she herself could not have
explained.

Morgana seemed amused.