the　bee；　thou　poet：　consider　her　ways　and　be　wise。　By　Heaven；
  Tavy；　if　women　could　do　without　our　work；　and　we　ate　their
  children's　bread　instead　of　making　it；　they　would　kill　us　as
  the　spider　kills　her　mate　or　as　the　bees　kill　the　drone。　And
  they　would　be　right　if　we　were　good　for　nothing　but　love。
  OCTAVIUS。　Ah；　if　we　were　only　good　enough　for　Love！　There　is
  nothing　like　Love：　there　is　nothing　else　but　Love：　without　it
  the　world　would　be　a　dream　of　sordid　horror。
  TANNER。　And　thisthis　is　the　man　who　asks　me　to　give　him　the
  hand　of　my　ward！　Tavy：　I　believe　we　were　changed　in　our　cradles；
  and　that　you　are　the　real　descendant　of　Don　Juan。
  OCTAVIUS。　I　beg　you　not　to　say　anything　like　that　to　Ann。
  TANNER。　Don't　be　afraid。　She　has　marked　you　for　her　own；　and
  nothing　will　stop　her　now。　You　are　doomed。　＇Straker　comes　back
  with　a　newspaper＇。　Here　comes　the　New　Man；　demoralizing　himself
  with　a　halfpenny　paper　as　usual。
  STRAKER。　Now；　would　you　believe　it：　Mr　Robinson；　when　we're
  out　motoring　we　take　in　two　papers；　the　Times　for　him；　the　Leader
  or　the　Echo　for　me。　And　do　you　　think　I　ever　see　my　paper？　Not
  much。　He　grabs　the　Leader　and　leaves　me　to　stodge　myself　with　his
  Times。
  OCTAVIUS。　Are　there　no　winners　in　the　Times？
  TANNER。　Enry　don't　old　with　bettin；　Tavy。　Motor　records　are　his
  weakness。　What's　the　latest？
  STRAKER。　Paris　to　Biskra　at　forty　mile　an　hour　average；　not
  countin　the　Mediterranean。
  TANNER。　How　many　killed？
  STRAKER。　Two　silly　sheep。　What　does　it　matter？　Sheep　don't　cost
  such　a　lot：　they　were　glad　to　ave　the　price　without　the　trouble
  o　sellin　em　to　the　butcher。　All　the　same；　d'y'see；　there'll　be　a
  clamor　agin　it　presently；　and　then　the　French　Government'll　stop
  it；　an　our　chance　will　be　gone　see？　That　what　makes　me　fairly
  mad：　Mr　Tanner　won't　do　a　good　run　while　he　can。
  TANNER。　Tavy：　do　you　remember　my　uncle　James？
  OCTAVIUS。　Yes。　Why？
  TANNER。　Uncle　James　had　a　first　rate　cook：　he　couldn't　digest
  anything　except　what　she　cooked。　Well；　the　poor　man　was　shy　and
  hated　society。　But　his　cook　was　proud　of　her　skill；　and　wanted　to
  serve　up　dinners　to　princes　and　ambassadors。　To　prevent　her　from
  leaving　him；　that　poor　old　man　had　to　give　a　big　dinner　twice　a
  month；　and　suffer　agonies　of　awkwardness。　Now　here　am　I；　and　here
  is　this　chap　Enry　Straker；　the　New　Man。　I　loathe　travelling；　but
  I　rather　like　Enry。　He　cares　for　nothing　but　tearing　along　in　a
  leather　coat　and　goggles；　with　two　inches　of　dust　all　over　him；
  at　sixty　miles　an　hour　and　the　risk　of　his　life　and　mine。　Except；
  of　course；　when　he　is　lying　on　his　back　in　the　mud　under　the
  machine　trying　to　find　out　where　it　has　given　way。　Well；　if　I
  don't　give　him　a　thousand　mile　run　at　least　once　a　fortnight　I
  shall　lose　him。　He　will　give　me　the　sack　and　go　to　some　American
  millionaire；　and　I　shall　have　to　put　up　with　a　nice　respectful
  groom…gardener…amateur；　who　will　touch　his　hat　and　know　his
  place。　I　am　Enry's　slave；　just　as　Uncle　James　was　his　cook's
  slave。
  STRAKER。　＇exasperated＇　Garn！　I　wish　I　had　a　car　that　would　go　as
  fast　as　you　can　talk；　Mr　Tanner。　What　I　say　is　that　you　lose
  money　by　a　motor　car　unless　you　keep　it　workin。　Might　as　well　ave
  a　pram　and　a　nussmaid　to　wheel　you　in　it　as　that　car　and　me　if
  you　don't　git　the　last　inch　out　of　us　both。
  TANNER。　＇soothingly＇　All　right；　Henry；　all　right。　We'll　go　out
  for　half　an　hour　presently。
  STRAKER。　＇in　disgust＇　Arf　an　ahr！　＇He　returns　to　his　machine；
  seats　himself　in　it；　and　turns　up　a　fresh　page　of　his　paper　in
  search　of　more　news＇。
  OCTAVIUS。　Oh；　that　reminds　me。　I　have　a　note　for　you　from
  Rhoda。　＇He　gives　Tanner　a　note＇。
  TANNER。　＇opening　it＇　I　rather　think　Rhoda　is　heading　for　a　row
  with　Ann。　As　a　rule　there　is　only　one　person　an　English　girl
  hates　more　than　she　hates　her　mother；　and　that's　her　eldest
  sister。　But　Rhoda　positively　prefers　her　mother　to　Ann。　She
  ＇indignantly＇　Oh；　I　say！
  OCTAVIUS。　What's　the　matter？
  TANNER。　Rhoda　was　to　have　come　with　me　for　a　ride　in　the　motor
  car。　She　says　Ann　has　forbidden　her　to　go　out　with　me。
  Straker　suddenly　begins　whistling　his　favorite　air　with
  remarkable　deliberation。　Surprised　by　this　burst　of　larklike
  melody；　and　jarred　by　a　sardonic　note　in　its　cheerfulness；　they
  turn　and　look　inquiringly　at　him。　But　he　is　busy　with　his　paper；
  and　nothing　comes　of　their　movement。
  OCTAVIUS。　＇recovering　himself＇　Does　she　give　any　reason？
  TANNER。　Reason！　An　insult　is　not　a　reason。　Ann　forbids　her　to　be
  alone　with　me　on　any　occasion。　Says　I　am　not　a　fit　person　for　a
  young　girl　to　be　with。　What　do　you　think　of　your　paragon　now？
  OCTAVIUS。　You　must　remember　that　she　has　a　very　heavy
  responsibility　now　that　her　father　is　dead。　Mrs　Whitefield　is
  too　weak　to　control　Rhoda。
  TANNER。　＇staring　at　him＇　In　short；　you　agree　with　Ann。
  OCTAVIUS。　No；　but　I　think　I　understand　her。　You　must　admit　that
  your　views　are　hardly　suited　for　the　formation　of　a　young　girl's
  mind　and　character。
  TANNER。　I　admit　nothing　of　the　sort。　I　admit　that　the　formation
  of　a　young　lady's　mind　and　character　usually　consists　in　telling
  her　lies；　but　I　object　to　the　particular　lie　that　I　am　in　the
  habit　of　abusing　the　confidence　of　girls。
  OCTAVIUS。　Ann　doesn't　say　that；　Jack。
  TANNER。　What　else　does　she　mean？
  STRAKER。　＇catching　sight　of　Ann　coming　from　the　house＇　Miss
  Whitefield；　gentlemen。　＇He　dismounts　and　strolls　away　down　the
  avenue　with　the　air　of　a　man　who　knows　he　is　no　longer　wanted＇。
  ANN。　＇coming　between　Octavius　and　Tanner＇。　Good　morning；　Jack。　I
  have　come　to　tell　you　that　poor　Rhoda　has　got　one　of　her
  headaches　and　cannot　go　out　with　you　to…day　in　the　car。　It　is　a
  cruel　disappointment　to　her；　poor　child！
  TANNER。　What　do　you　say　now；　Tavy；
  OCTAVIUS。　Surely　you　cannot　misunderstand；　Jack。　Ann　is　showing
  you　the　kindest　consideration；　even　at　the　cost　of　deceiving　you。
  ANN。　What　do　you　mean？
  TANNER。　Would　you　like　to　cure　Rhoda's　headache；　Ann？
  ANN。　Of　course。
  TANNER。　Then　tell　her　what　you　said　just　now；　and　add　that　you
  arrived　about　two　minutes　after　I　had　received　her　letter　and
  read　it。
  ANN。　Rhoda　has　written　to　you！
  TANNER。　With　full　particulars。
  OCTAVIUS。　Never　mind　him；　Ann。　You　were　right；　quite　right。　Ann
  was　only　doing　her　duty；　Jack；　and　you　know　it。　Doing　it　in　the
  kindest　way；　too。
  ANN。　＇going　to　Octavius＇　How　kind　you　are；　Tavy！　How　helpful！
  How　well　you　understand！
  Octavius　beams。
  TANNER。　Ay：　tighten　the　coils。　You　love　her；　Tavy；　don't　you？
  OCTAVIUS。　She　knows　I　do。
  ANN。　Hush。　For　shame；　Tavy！
  TANNER。　Oh；　I　give　you　leave。　I　am　your　guardian；　and　I　commit
  you　to　Tavy's　care　for　the　next　hour。
  ANN。　No；　Jack。　I　must　speak　to　you　about　Rhoda。　Ricky：　will　you
  go　back　to　the　house　and　entertain　your　American　friend？　He's
  rather　on　Mamma's　hands　so　early　in　the　morning。　She　wants　to
  finish　her　housekeeping。
  OCTAVIUS。　I　fly；　dearest　Ann　＇he　kisses　her　hand＇。
  ANN。　＇tenderly＇　Ricky　Ticky　Tavy！
  He　looks　at　her　with　an　eloquent　blush；　and　runs　off。
  TANNER。　＇bluntly＇　Now　look　here；　Ann。　This　time　you've　landed
  yourself；　and　if　Tavy　were　not　in　love　with　you　past　all
  salvation　he'd　have　found　out　what　an　incorrigible　liar　you　are。
  ANN。　You　misunderstand；　Jack。　I　didn't　dare　tell　Tavy　the　truth。
  TANNER。　No：　your　daring　is　generally　in　the　opposite　direction。
  What　the　devil　do　you　mean　by　telling　Rhoda　that　I　am　too　vicious
  to　associate　with　her？　How　can　I　ever　have　any　human　or　decent
  relations　with　her　again；　now　that　you　have　poisoned　her　mind　in
  that　abominable　way？
  ANN。　I　know　you　are　incapable　of　behaving　badly。
  TANNER。　Then　why　did　you　lie　to　her？
  ANN。　I　had　to。
  TANNER。　Had　to！
  ANN。　Mother　made　me。
  TANNER。　＇his　eye　flashing＇　Ha！　I　might　have　known　it。　The　mother！
  Always　the　mother！
  ANN。　It　was　that　dreadful　book　of　yours。　You　know　how　timid
  mother　is。　All　timid　women　are　conventional：　we　must　be
  conventional；　Jack；　or　we　are　so　cruelly；　so　vilely　misunderstood。
  Even　you；　who　are　a　man；　cannot　say　what　you　think　without　being
  misunderstood　and　vilifiedyes：　I　admit　it：　I　have　had　to　vilify
  you。　Do　you　want　to　have　poor　Rhoda　misunderstood　and　vilified　to
  the　same　way？　Would　it　be　right　for　mother　to　let　her　expose
  herself　to　such　treatment　before　she　is　old　enough　to　judge　for
  herself？
  TANNER。　In　short；　the　way　to　avoid　misunderstanding　is　for
  everybody　to　lie　and　slander　and　insinuate　and　pretend　as　hard　as
  they　can。　That　is　what　obeying　your　mother　comes　to。
  ANN。　I　love　my　mother；　Jack。
  TANNER。　＇working　himself　up　into　a　sociological　rage＇　Is　that　any
  reason　why　you　are　not　to　call　your　soul　your　own？　Oh；　I　protest
  against　this　vile　abjection　of　youth　to　age！　look　at　fashionable
  society　as　you　know　it。　What　does　it　pretend　to　be？　An　exquisite
  dance　of　nymphs。　What　is　it？　A　horrible　procession　of　wretched
  girls；　each　in　the　claws　of　a　cynical；　cunning；　avaricious；
  disillusioned；　ignorantly　experienced；　foul…minded　old　woman　whom
  she　calls　mother；　and　whose　duty　it　is　to　corrupt　her　mind　and
  sell　her　to　the　highest　bidder。　Why　do　these　unhappy　slaves　marry
  anybody；　however　old　and　vile；　sooner　than　not　marry　at　all？
  Because　marriage　is　their　only　means　of