Naturally so, then, the friendship which sprang up between
Corliss and Frona was anything but languid. They met often under her
father's roof-tree, and went many places together. Each found a
pleasurable attraction in the other, and a satisfaction which the
things they were not in accord with could not mar. Frona liked the man
because he was a man. In her wildest flights she could never imagine
linking herself with any man, no matter how exalted spiritually, who
was not a man physically. It was a delight to her and a joy to look
upon the strong males of her kind, with bodies comely in the sight of
God and muscles swelling with the promise of deeds and work. Man, to
her, was preeminently a fighter. She believed in natural selection and
in sexual selection, and was certain that if man had thereby become
possessed of faculties and functions, they were for him to use and
could but tend to his good. And likewise with instincts. If she felt
drawn to any person or thing, it was good for her to be so drawn, good
for herself. If she felt impelled to joy in a well-built frame and
well-shaped muscle, why should she restrain? Why should she not love
the body, and without shame? The history of the race, and of all
races, sealed her choice with approval. Down all time, the weak and
effeminate males had vanished from the world-stage.
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