nted another. And this other,--what is it? It is this. The young
girls are seated, and the gentlemen walk up and down before them, as in
a bazaar, and make their choice. The maidens wait and think, but do
not dare to say: 'Take me, young man, me and not her. Look at these
shoulders and the rest.' We males walk up and down, and estimate the
merchandise, and then we discourse upon the rights of woman, upon the
liberty that she acquires, I know not how, in the theatrical halls."

"But what is to be done?" said I to him. "Shall the woman make the
advances?"

"I do not know. But, if it is a question of equality, let the equality
be complete. Though it has been found that to contract marriages through
the agency of match-makers is humiliating, it is nevertheless a thousand
times preferable to our system. There the rights and the chances are
equal; here the woman is a slave, exhibited in the market. But as she
cannot bend to her condition, or make advances herself, there begins
that other and more abominable lie which is sometimes called GOING INTO
SOCIETY, sometimes AMUSING ONE'S SELF, and which is really nothing but
the hunt for a husband.

"But say to a mother or to her daughter that they are engaged only in a
hunt for a husband. God! What an offence! Yet they can do nothing else,
and have nothing else to do; and the terrible feature of it all is to
see sometimes very young, poor, and innocent maidens haunted solely by
such ideas. If only, I repeat, it were done frankly; but it is always
accompanied with lies and babble of this sort:--

"'Ah, the descent of species! How interesting it is!'

"'Oh, Lily is much interested in painting.'

"'Shall you go to the Exposition? How charming it is!'

"'And the troika, and the plays, and the symphony. Ah, how adorable!'

"'My Lise is passionately fond of music.'

"'And you, why do you not share these convictions?'

"And through all this verbiage, all have but one single idea: 'Take me,
take my Lise. No, me! Only try!"'

CHAPTER IX.

"Do you know," suddenly continued Posdnicheff, "that this power of women
from which the world suffers arises solely from what I have just spoken
of?"

"What do you mean by the power of women?" I said. "Everybody, on the
contrary, complains that women have not sufficient rights, that they are
in subjection."

"That's it; that's it exactly," said he, vivaciously. "That is just what
I mean, and that is the explanation of this extraordinary p