The man himself, by virtue of what he was, had his fascination also.

The thing inherent in all her sex, to peep over the hedge, to skirt dangerous fires lightly, to feel the warmth distantly and not be scorched--that was in her, too; and she lived according to her race and the long predisposition of the ages.

Most women like her--as good as she--have peeped and stretched out hands to the alluring fire and come safely through, wiser and no better.

But many, too, bewildered and confused by what they see--as light from a mirror flashed into the eye half blinds--have peeped over the hedge and, miscalculating their power of self-control, have entered in, and returned no more into the quiet garden of unstraying love.
Leicester quickly put on an air of gravity.

"I warn you that danger lies before you.