Went mad for love that marred her name;
And out of the grave of her murdered faith,
She rose like a soul that has passed through death.
Her aims are noble, her pity so broad,
It covers the world like the mercy of God,
A soother of discord, a healer of woes,
Peace follows her footsteps wherever she goes,
The worthier life of the two no doubt,
And yet ‘Society’ locks her out.”
“You ask me why my house is so gorgeously furnished, why the music, why the beautiful young women lounging about? You say the oriental splendor reminds you of what your ideas have always been as to the making of a typical harem. I do not blame you. Men are very apt to make more serious mistakes than you have made in this instance. Would you like to see my girls? You would, eh?”