In Voltaire's time they all ran after the philosophers.

In the middle ages, books tell us, they worshipped the knights errant.

They are always on the winning side, the cunning little beauties.

In the war-time, when the soldiers had to play the world's game, the ladies all caught the red-coat fever; now, in these talking and thinking days (and be hanged to them for bores), they have the black-coat fever for the same reason.

The parsons are the workers now-a-days--or rather, all the world expects them to be so.