Woman's strength is her weakness, while Man's weakness is his “strength.” With his manly strength he leads; with her womanly weakness, she only directs. They are both happy because he believes that he is protecting her and she knows that she is protecting both of them. For the most mousely spouse has, concealed in the velvet glove of fidelity, the metal mitt of duplicity. This is nothing to her discredit for, while she may boast that she loves him “for what he is,” she knows that she loves him “for what she has made him.” She may be unscrupulous, but she is not uninteresting; life without her might be less anxious, but it would be more monotonous. There would be no one to lean on a man— to hold him up; no one besides himself, to tell him what a brilliant fellow he is; no one to go home to—and stay away from. For what man would enjoy staying out late if he knew he could do it whenever he liked? Doing something you know you shouldn't do has always been interesting. Matrimony, not variety, is the spice of life.