Would you like to sin With Elinor Glyn On a tiger skin? Or would you prefer To err With her On some other fur? - Elinor Glyn

He had that nameless charm, with a strong magnetism which can only be called "It", and cats – as well as women – always knew when he came into the room.

And loveliest sight of all, in front of the fire, stretched at full length, was his tiger – and on him – also at full length – reclined the lady, garbed in some strange clinging garment of heavy purple crepe, its hem embroidered with gold, one white arm resting on the beast's head, her back supported by a pile of the velvet cushions, and a heap of rarely bound books at her side, while between her red lips was a rose not redder than they – an almost scarlet rose.

A madness of tender caressing seized her. She purred as a tiger might have done, while she undulated like a snake.