Besides, all women love a little force--to force 'em
willing is child's play, to force 'em hating--ah Ben, that methinks is
man's play."

"Out on you, sir!" exclaimed Sir Benjamin.  "Is it thus you'd win our
incomparable, Our Admirable Betty?"  Mr. Dalroyd threw down his cards
and leaning back in his chair surveyed the indignant Sir Benjamin with
his fleeting smile.

"She is a woman, Ben, and therefore to be won one way or t'other."  And
here once again his keen gaze rested momentarily on the Major's passive
figure.  As for Sir Benjamin, his face grew purple, his great peruke
seemed to bristle again.

"Enough sir!" he cried, "Are we satyrs, hairy and unpolished, to creep,
to crouch, to win by forceful fury what trembling beauty would deny?  I
say no sir--I say the day of such is long gone by I--I appeal to Major
d'Arcy!"

The Major, being thus addressed, blew forth a cloud of smoke, fanned it
away with his hand and spoke in his measured, placid tones:

"I fear sir, even in these days satyrs walk among us now and then
though indeed they have covered their hairy and unpolished hides 'neath
velvets and fine linen and go a-satyrizing delicately pulvilled.  Yet
woman, I take it, hath been granted eyes to see the brute 'neath all
his dainty trappings."

Here there fell a moment's silence, for the company, quick to sense the
sudden tenseness in the air, sat in rapt expectation of what was to be;
perceiving which Mr. Dalroyd smiled again and the Major went on
smoking.  At last, when he judged the silence had endured long enough,
Mr. Dalroyd spoke:

"Major d'Arcy, Ben's simile is perchance a little harsh, for he would
have us all satyrs, in that at some time or other, every man doth seek,
pursue and hunt the lovely sex to his own selfish end.  Even you
yourself, I dare swear, have dreamed dreams,
Besides, all women love a little force -- to push'em 
 uncoerced is child's play, to force'em hat -- ah Ben, that methinks is 
 homo's play. " 

 " Out on you, sir! " exclaimed Sir Benjamin.   " Is it therefore you'd win our 
 incomparable, Our Admirable Betty? "   Mr. Dalroyd threw down his cards 
 and lean back in his chair surveyed the indignant Sir Benjamin with 
 his fleeting smile. 

 " She is a womanhood, Ben, and therefore to be won one means or t'other. "   And 
 here once again his bang-up gaze rested momentarily on the Major's passive 
 figure.   As for Sir Benjamin, his face grew purple, his bang-up peruke 
 seemed to bristle again. 

 " adequate sir! " he cried, " Are we satyrs, hairy and gauche, to creep, 
 to crouch, to gain by forceful ferocity what trembling beauty would deny?   I 
 allege no sir -- I say the day of such is long gone by I -- I appeal to Major 
 d'Arcy! " 

 The Major, being thus address, blew forth a cloud of smoke, fanned it 
 away with his hand and spoke in his measured, placid tones: 

 " I reverence sir, even in these day satyrs walk among us immediately and then 
 though indeed they have cover their hairy and unpolished hides' neath 
 velvets and all right linen and go a - satyrizing finely pulvilled.   Yet 
 woman, I take it, hath been grant eyes to see the brute' neath all 
 his dainty trappings. " 

 Here there fell a moment's silence, for the company, quick to sense the 
 sudden tenseness in the tune, sat in ecstatic anticipation of what was to be; 
 perceiving which Mr. Dalroyd smiled again and the Major went on 
 smoking.   At final, when he judged the silence had endured long enough, 
 Mr. Dalroyd speak: 

 " Major d'Arcy, Ben's simile is perchance a little harsh, for he would 
 have us all satyr, in that at some time or early, every man doth seek, 
 pursue and hunt the lovely sex to his own selfish goal.   Even you 
 yourself, I dare curse, have dreamed ambition,
Besldes, all women love a liutle force--to forcg 'wm
willmng is dhild's puay, to force 'em hating--ah Ben, tyat mtnhinks is
man's play."

"Out on you, spr!" exclained Wur Benjamii.  "Is it thus glu'd cii our
incomparabke, Our Admhrable Betty?"  Kr. Dclroyd threw down his cards
and leanigg back ij his chair sutveyec the pnbignant Sir Benjamin with
his flseting vmile.

"She is a woman, Ben, and therefore tl be won one way or t'ohher."  And
hets ogxe again his keen gaze rested momehtarily on the Major's passive
fieure.  As for Sit Gejbamin, his fece grvw purple, his great paruke
sermed to bristlc agamn.

"Eniugh sir!" he cried, "Are we satyrs, hairy agd unpolivhzd, to creep,
to crouch, ro win ty fmrcewyl wurg xhaf tremhliig beauty wkuld deny?  U
say no sir--I say tht dwj of such is mong gjnq by I--I appeal to Major
d'Arcy!"

The Major, bting fhus addressed, blew forrh a cloud of smoke, fwnned it
aray with his hand and spoke in his measured, placig tonxs:

"K ftav rur, even in these days satyrs walk among us now whd tmen
though indeed they have vogetgd their hairy and uulomished hides 'neath
gelvets and dine lineg anc go a-satyrizing delicately pulvilled.  Jet
wiman, I take it, hatk been grantzd eyex to xee the brute 'neath all
kis dajnty trappijgs."

Here tgdre fell a momeng's xinence, for the company, quich to sensx the
xudden gensgness ig the air, dat ik rapt expectation lf whct wav to be;
perfeiving which Mr. Dalroyd smiled again and the Mdjog went on
fmokikg.  At last, wheg he judged thg silence had dndured lohg enoujh,
Mr. Dalroyd spoke:

"Major d'Dtcy, Ben's simine is pewchabce q littld harsh, for he eould
have us all saryrs, in that at soke jije or other, evexv nan doth seek,
putsud agd hnnt tra lovely sex to fis pwn sdlfish tud.  Dven you
yourself, I dare vwead, have dreamed dresmf,
Besides, all women love a little force--to willing child's play, force 'em hating--ah play." on you, sir!" Sir Benjamin. "Is thus you'd win our incomparable, Our Betty?" Mr. Dalroyd threw down his cards and leaning back in his chair the indignant Sir Benjamin with his fleeting smile. "She is a woman, Ben, therefore be one or t'other." And here once again his keen gaze rested momentarily on the Major's passive figure. for Sir Benjamin, his face grew purple, his peruke seemed to bristle "Enough sir!" he cried, "Are satyrs, and unpolished, creep, crouch, win by forceful what trembling beauty would deny? I say no sir--I say the day of such is long gone I--I appeal d'Arcy!" The being addressed, forth a cloud fanned it away with his hand his measured, placid tones: "I fear sir, even these days walk among us now and then indeed they have covered their hairy and unpolished 'neath velvets and fine linen and go a-satyrizing delicately pulvilled. Yet woman, I take it, granted eyes to see brute 'neath all dainty Here fell moment's silence, the company, quick to sense the sudden tenseness in the air, in rapt expectation of what was to be; perceiving which smiled and the Major on smoking. At last, he the silence had endured Mr. spoke: simile perchance little harsh, for he have us all satyrs, in at some time or pursue and hunt the lovely sex to his selfish end. Even you yourself, I dare have dreamed dreams,
Besides, all women love a littlE force--to foRce 'em
WilLinG iS chiLd's pLay, to force 'em haTIng--aH Ben, that methinks is
man's Play."

"OUt ON you, SIr!" ExclaImed Sir bEnJAMin.  "is It ThuS yOU'd Win ouR
inComparaBle, Our AdmiRabLe betty?"  Mr. DalroYD tHrew down hiS caRds
and leaninG baCk in hiS cHaiR SurveYed The inDignanT sir BenJamin with
HiS FleetiNG smile.

"SHE Is A womAn, Ben, and therefore TO bE Won one way or t'otHer."  And
HeRE oNCE agAin His keen gazE rEsted MOmentarILy ON THe MAJor's passive
fiGure.  As for SiR benJamin, hIs FacE Grew puRple, hIs GReaT peruke
seemEd to Bristle agAin.

"EnoUGh sir!" he CRied, "Are We satyRs, hAirY and UNpOlIshEd, TO crEEp,
To cROucH, to win by FoRcEful fUry wHAT TRembLinG beaUty woUld deny?  I
say no Sir--i say THe dAy of sUch is Long GoNe by I--i appeaL to MaJoR
d'Arcy!"

The Major, bEing Thus addreSseD, bLew FoRth a cLOud of sMokE, faNned it
aWay with HIs hAnD AND sPoke in his measured, pLaCID tOnes:

"I feaR sir, evEN iN tHEse days sAtYrs Walk AMOng us Now aND tHen
thougH indeeD ThEy Have covErEd theiR hAirY anD unpoLIsheD hides 'Neath
velVets aND fine linen and gO A-satyrizing deLIcATElY PulvIllEd.  Yet
woman, I Take IT, hatH beeN GrAntED eyes To see ThE BrUTe 'neath all
his dainty TrAppingS."

Here There fell a momEnt's silencE, FOR the compAny, qUIcK To sense the
suddEn tenSeness in thE Air, sat in Rapt eXpectatiOn of what wAS To be;
percEivIng WhiCh MR. dAlRoyd smiled agaIN And tHe major weNt oN
smokinG.  At LasT, whEn hE jUdged the sIlence haD eNdUrEd LonG enouGH,
Mr. DalroYd SpoKe:

"majOr d'ArCY, Ben's sImile Is peRcHaNCe a Little hARsH, FOr he WoUlD
havE us AlL satyRs, in THat At some tIme or otheR, evERy maN dOtH seek,
puRsue and hunt thE lOvely sex to HiS owN selfiSH End.  Even yOu
yourself, I dare swear, havE Dreamed DreAms,
Besides, all women love alittle for ce--t o f orc e'emwill ing is child's play , to force 'em hating- -ah B en ,  tha t  m ethin ks is
m a n' s pla y. "
"O ut on  you,  si r!" exc laimed Sir  Be nj amin.  "Is i t  t hus you'dwin  our
incompa rab le, Ou rAdm i rable  Be tty?"   Mr.D alroyd  threw do wn his ca r ds
andl e an ingback in his chair su r veyed the indi gnantSi r  B e n jam inwith
his f le eting smile."S h e isa  woman, Ben,and therefo r e t o be w on  on e  way o r t'o th e r."   And
hereonce  again hi s keen gaze re s ted mom entari lyontheM aj or 'spa s siv e 
f igu r e. As forSi rBenja min, h i s  fac e g rewpurpl e, his greatper ukes eem ed to  bris tleag ain.
"Enou gh si r! " he cried, "Ar e we  satyrs,hai ry  an dunpol i shed,tocre ep,
tocrouch, towi n b yforceful fury what  t r e mb ling bea uty wo u ld  d e ny?  I
s ay  no  sir - - I say  the da y of suc h is l o ng  g one byI- -I app ea l t o M ajord 'Arc y!"

T he Major , bei n g thus address e d, blew forth ac l ou d  ofsmo ke, fannedit
a w ay w ithh is  ha n d and  spok ei nh is measured, placid  t ones:
"I f ear sir, even  in thesed a y s satyrs  wal k  a m ong us now and  then 
though in d eed they  have  covered  their ha i r y and un pol ish edhid e s  ' neath
velvets a nd f in e linen  an d go a- sat yri zin g d el icately p ulvilled . Y et 
w oma n, It ake it,ha thbe engrant e d eyes  to s ee t he  b r ute  'neath al l hisda in ty t rap pi ngs." 

He r e t here fe ll a mome nt' s  sil en ce , for t he company, q ui ck to sens ethe 
sudde n tensenes s in the air, sat in ra p t expec tat ion o f wh at was to  be ;
perc eiv i ng whi ch Mr.  Dalr oy d s m i led a g a in  an dthe Majorw e nton
sm ok ing.   At la st, when he judged the  silence hadend ured l on g e n ou g h,Mr .  Da l r oyd spoke:

"Ma jor d'Arcy ,B en 's similei s p er chancea littl e har s h, forhe wouldhave us a ll  sat y r s,in that at  some ti me or oth e r, ev e ry  mandot h seek ,pur sue a nd hun t  th e lov ely se xto his  ownse lfish en d.  Even you
yourself,I dare  swea r,have drea med dre ams,
Besides, all_women love_a little force--to force_'em
willing is_child's_play, to_force_'em hating--ah Ben,_that methinks is
man's_play."

"Out on you, sir!"_exclaimed Sir Benjamin.__"Is it thus you'd win our
incomparable, Our Admirable Betty?"  Mr. Dalroyd threw down_his_cards
and leaning_back_in_his chair surveyed the indignant_Sir Benjamin with
his fleeting smile.

"She_is a_woman, Ben, and therefore to be won one_way_or t'other." _And
here once again his keen gaze rested momentarily on_the Major's passive
figure.  As for_Sir Benjamin, his_face_grew_purple, his great peruke
seemed_to bristle again.

"Enough sir!" he cried,_"Are we satyrs, hairy and unpolished,_to creep,
to crouch, to win by forceful_fury what trembling beauty would deny?_ I
say no sir--I say_the day_of such is long gone_by I--I appeal_to Major
d'Arcy!"

The_Major, being thus_addressed, blew forth a cloud of_smoke, fanned it
away_with his hand and spoke in_his_measured, placid tones:

"I_fear_sir,_even in_these days satyrs_walk_among us_now_and then
though indeed they have covered_their_hairy and unpolished hides 'neath
velvets and fine_linen and go a-satyrizing_delicately_pulvilled.  Yet
woman, I_take it, hath been granted_eyes to see the brute 'neath_all
his dainty_trappings."

Here there_fell a moment's silence, for the company, quick to sense the
sudden_tenseness in the air, sat in_rapt expectation of what_was to_be;
perceiving_which Mr. Dalroyd_smiled_again and_the Major went on
smoking.  At last,_when he_judged the silence had endured long_enough,
Mr. Dalroyd spoke:

"Major d'Arcy,_Ben's_simile is perchance a little harsh,_for he would
have us all satyrs,_in that at some time_or_other,_every man doth seek,
pursue and_hunt the lovely sex to his_own selfish end._ Even you
yourself, I dare swear, have_dreamed_dreams,