The affair, in short, had been of the kind that most of the
young men of his age had been through, and emerged from with calm
consciences and an undisturbed belief in the abysmal distinction between the
women one loved and respected and those one enjoyed—and pitied. In this
view they were sedulously abetted by their mothers, aunts and other elderly
female relatives, who all shared Mrs. Archer’s belief that when “such things
happened” it was undoubtedly foolish of the man, but somehow always
criminal of the woman. All the elderly ladies whom Archer knew regarded
any woman who loved imprudently as necessarily unscrupulous and
designing, and mere simple-minded man as powerless in her clutches. The
only thing to do was to persuade him, as early as possible, to marry a nice
girl, and then trust to her to look after him. 引自 Chapter 11