"To me also," answered Cyrus; "I assure you, I am adept in the art."
"What art is that?" Chrysantas inquired.
(19) "The art of discerning the wife to suit each man."
"Then by all the gods," said Chrysantas, "tell me what sort of wife would do for me?"
(20) "In the first place," he answered, "she must be short, for you are not tall yourself, and if you married a tall maiden and wanted to give her a kiss when she stood up straight, you would have to jump to reach her like a little dog."
"Your advice is straight enough," said Chrysantas; "and I am but a sorry jumper at the best."
(21) "In the next place," Cyrus went on, "a flat nose would suit you very well."
"A flat nose?" said the other, "why?"
"Because your own is high enough, and flatness, you may be sure, will go best with height."
"You might as well say," retorted Chrysantas, "that one who has dined well, like myself, is best matched with the dinnerless."