She ministereth unto him with cooling drinks and looks of sympathy.
She bringeth him the ash-tray and the shaded lamp and the foot-stool and the newspapers.
She urgeth him to smoke.
She forbeareth to talk.
And behold his mood dissolveth as the mist before the sun, and he exclaimeth in his heart: “Good Heavens! What would life be without this woman!”
He proposeth.
And all the days of her life she treadeth upon velvet.
Verily, verily, a wise woman preferreth peace of mind unto her own opinions, comfort unto her dignity, and an husband unto a reputation for brilliancy. She saith in her heart:
“I am not here to reform him, but to please him.”
And, lo, all the world is her roller coaster! For the price of peace is a perpetual smile!