He perceiveth not the existence of other women.
He may be trusted to mail a letter.
Lo, many men have I met in the world, but none like unto him.
Yet have ye all seen him—in your dreams!
CHAPTER THREE
Behold, my Daughter, the Lord maketh a man—but the wife maketh an husband.
For Man is but the raw material whereon a woman putteth the finishing touches.
Yea, and whatsoever pattern of husband thou selectest, thou shalt find him like unto a shop-made garment, which must be trimmed over and cut down, and ironed out, and built up to fit the matrimonial situation.
Verily, the best of husbands hath many raw edges, and many unnecessary pleats in his temper, and many wrinkles in his disposition, which must be removed.