s and make all the apologies he is capable of for
behaving in such an ungentlemanly way as to force his wife to
acknowledge that she was in the wrong! That man, if he is a gentleman,
a man even, will spend weeks and weeks after such a confession
attending to the smallest wishes of his wife. I would lay all I am
worth in this world at the feet of a woman who would acknowledge that
she was in the wrong. Most of them will argue and talk you deaf, dumb,
blind, and lame, until, for peace' sake, you will say: 'Yes, dear, you
are right, of course. How could I imagine for a single moment that you
were not?' Then a ray of satisfaction flashes across her face, which
seems to say to you: 'I knew you would have to acknowledge it.'

To rule your husband, my dear lady, do exactly as you please, but
always pretend that you do as he pleases. That is where your ability
comes in.

Men are ruled, as children are, by the prospect of a reward. The reward
of your husband is your amiability, your sweetness, your devotion, and
your beauty, of which you should take a constant care. Love has to be
fed constantly. And always let him suppose that it is for him only that
you wish to remain beautiful.

* * * * *

The woman who believes that she is asserting her independence every
time she puts on a hat particularly displeasing to her husband is as
intelligent and clever as the Irishman who buys a return ticket at a
railway office, and, on entering his compartment, says to his
fellow-passengers: 'I have played a good joke on the company, I have
bought a return ticket--but I don't mean to return.'

CHAPTER IX

ART IN LOVE

Pleasure and happiness--Love is the poetry of the senses--The
artistic temperament--The instrument and the instrumentalist--The
defence of monogamy on artistic principles--Polygamy _versus_
monotony.

Pleasure is a passing sensation. What the soul craves for is a
permanent state. Pleasure is the satisfaction of the moment; happiness
is the security of the morrow. Nothing but happiness gives satisfaction
to the soul.

Thomas Carlyle spent his life in scolding the human race for trying to
be happy. His diatribes should have been aimed only at those who are
foolish enough to try to find happiness in pleasure.

Happiness is to be found in congenial work, in a regular and well-spent
life, in obscurity and retirement, in sound and true friendship, and
especiall