Q — I have loved him for more than a year, ever since I was taking private lessons at his hands. My love kept growing and gathering strength with the passing days, until it lodged in my bones and my blood and took possession of all my senses. Yet I am in confusion and doubt as to whether this love is growing in him too — whether he returns it.

I have asked him repeatedly to reveal to me his innermost heart, and he refused. Nor can I see him except when I myself contrive it. I have also given him to understand that material things do not matter to me, lest they stand as a stumbling block in the way of our happiness, for he is a man of modest means.

And still I say again that I love him from my depths — to the point of worship.

How, then, can I learn my fate in this love? So I have begged your help, to rid myself of this killing doubt and bitter torment. Save me.

M. K.

A — Had you looked closely at what you wrote, the answer would have come from you, and to you. If this man — for whose love your naivety swept you headlong — if he returned this feeling, he would have confided it to you and hidden nothing, and

he would have pursued it without your prompting. You ought to have realized that before you became entangled in this failed love. So give up going down this mistaken path; in loving him you are truly astray.

Brace your will, then; put an end to this drifting, and by force of will recover your standing until you win one who returns you true love and lavishes noble feeling upon you. Do not squander your time on one who will not bless

this feeling by answering it with a request for your hand.

Q — Pardon me, Madam, if I am frank; I ask you by way of knowing the thing: woman undertook the blessed movement to gain her political rights, and gain them she did. Were these rights an end in themselves, or a means to an end?!

Observer

A — Her sole aim was not the gaining of her political rights. That was rather the door through which she passes to