“The most elementary sense of woman or any one else would have told you that you were doing a very foolish thing.”
“How would you have acted?”
“I should have handed her over at once to the Turkish consulate.”
“Not if you had seen her eyes.”
Judith tossed her head. “Men are all alike,” she observed.
“On the contrary,” said I, “that which characterises men as a sex is their greater variation from type than women. It is a scientific fact. You will find it stated by Darwin and more authoritatively still by later writers. The highest common factor of a hundred women is far greater than that of a hundred men. The abnormal is more frequent in the male sex. There are more male monsters.”
“That I can quite believe,” snapped Judith.
“Then you agree with me that men are not all alike?”
“I certainly don’t. Put any one of you before a pretty face and a pair of silly girl’s eyes and he is a perfect idiot.”
“My dear Judith,” said I, “I don’t care a hang for a pretty face—except yours.”