Ralph Henry Barbour,
The Playwright and the Lady — Chapter 9
(1905)
“ In those days there was less of distraction to be found in life; a woman’s mission was to be loved, a man’s to love. Well, there they were, the pair of them; young, hot-blooded and wildly in love with each other. There was no one to offer restraint to either of them. You know what happened. Wrong? Of course it was wrong, damnably wrong! I beg your pardon! But—but it was uncommonly near the right thing to do—in those days! ”
