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 THE FRENCH WIFE

Her keenness and common-sense — Her power of observation

and her native adaptability — Her graceful ways — Her
tact — Her artistic refinement — Monsieur et Madame-
'Did I hear you knock at my door, dear?' 90

CHAPTER XXI
THE ENGLISH WIFE

Her position — Family life less attractive and piquant in England

than in France, but more solid — The English wife is the
goddess of a beautiful home 94

CHAPTER XXII
THE BRITISH MATRON

The English woman the most charming of women — The British

the most ridiculous one — English and British — The
British matron is the produce of British soil — Her ways
— Her fads and inconsistency — Her knowledge of
French literature and her judgment thereof 98

CHAPTER XXIII
THE AMERICAN WOMAN — I

A new coat-of-arms for America — The American woman — Her

ways — The liberty she enjoys — 'Oh, please make me
an American woman!' 103

CHAPTER XXIV
THE AMERICAN WOMAN-II

She walks first, Jonathan behind her — The educational system 108
of America explains the idiosyncrasies of the American
 woman

CHAPTER XXV
THE AMERICAN WOMAN — III

Opinions and impressions — An answer to criticism. 113

CHAPTER XXVI
THE HUSBAND OF THE AMERICAN WOMAN

The telephone and the ticker — The most useful of domestic

animals — Money-making — Loneliness of the women —
A reminiscence of Chicago 117

CHAPTER XXVII
PETTICOAT GOVERNMENT

Description of all the Anglo-Saxon fads 122

CHAPTER XXVIII
THE LIBERTY OF ANGLO-SAXON WOMEN

The mistakes made by foreigners — Misconstructions —

Educational systems — Girls do not lose their charm by
independence 135

CHAPTER XXIX
ENGLISH AND AMERICAN WOMEN HAVE NO LOVE TO SPARE FOR
ONE ANOTHER

England and America are two branches of a family who once

quarrelled — For their common interests they may
make it up, but there will never be any love lost — There
are no such quarrels to patch up as family ones 139
 CHAPTER XXX
THE WOMAN I HATE

Women's-righters — Electric fluids — The bearded lady — The

first-fiddle — Lady doctors — Lady lawyers — Lady
speech-makers — Prominent women — A pretty picture 144

CHAPTER XXXI
THE KIND OF WOMAN I LOVE

Another answer to critics — Distorted minds — The portrait of a

womanly woman 149

CHAPTER XXXII
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMEN IN THE WORLD

The Irish, Hungarian and Spanish women — The beauty of the

English and French women — The redeeming feature of
every American woman 153

CHAPTER XXXIII
BLONDES AND BRUNETTES

Characteristics of blondes and brunettes — The ingénue and

the villainess — Which of the two do men like better? —
Sauterne and Burgundy — I like both — All women
cannot afford to be blondes — Blondes with dark eyes
— Brunettes with blue eyes 158

CHAPTER XXXIV
FLIRTS AND COQUETTES

The difference between the two — Points of resemblance 162

 CHAPTER XXXV
WHAT IS A PERFECT LADY?

'Am I the man as wants a gentleman to drive him?' — How can

you tell a lady? — A lady is a woman who adds to the
virtues of a woman the qualities of a gentleman 167

CHAPTER XXXVI
MAMMIES AND GRANNIES

Cupboard love — Every kind of love is more or less selfish

except maternal love — Maternal love over-rated — If
you never had a grannie, do get one — Reminiscences
of grannies — A sacrifice — Grannies are not at all
prejudiced in favour of their grandchildren 171

CHAPTER XXXVII
ON MOTHERS-IN-LAW

How to deal with them — Difference between a misfortune and

an accident — 'That will spoil the whole thing' — Shoot
her! 176

CHAPTER XXXVIII
ON WIDOWS

Women do have grievances — Various specimens of widows —

The jolly widow — The inconsolate widow — The plump
widow — Marriageable widows — Mourning and black —
Last wills and testaments — How long should a widow
mourn her husband? — 'You should have seen me
yesterday!' 180

CHAPTER XXXIX
 ON OLD MAIDS

Different types of old maids — Many of them are undisguised

blessings — Few men are good enough for women —
Old bachelors and old maids 185

CHAPTER XL
SHOULD PEOPLE REMARRY?

The excuse most people give for remarrying — St. Peter's

opinion of men who have been married more than once
— Stepmothers 189

CHAPTER XLI
THE LAWS AND CEREMONY OF MARRIAGE

Laws that will be altered during the twentieth century — People

will have to pass examinations before they are allowed
to marry — The Church should give young couples a
happy start, and change the ceremony of marriage 194

CHAPTER XLII
ON NURSES

Nurses look the happiest women in the world — Their lives and
their privileges — True story of a nurse 198

CHAPTER XLIII
PORTRAIT OF A FRENCH MOTHER 214

CHAPTER XLIV
FAILINGS AND FOIBLES OF GOOD WOMEN

Women of strong character — Obstinacy and prejudice — 228

Tastes and temperaments — The diplomatic woman —
 The strong-minded woman — The superiority of woman
— Monopolizers — Little women — The woman who is
wrong — 'I told you so' — Why women were not given
beards — Women who marry for money and for titles —
The only chance of success in matrimony

CHAPTER XLV
CUPIDIANA

Stray thoughts on women — Love and matrimony 237

HER ROYAL HIGHNESS

WOMAN

CHAPTER I

THE ETERNAL FEMININE

What do we know about women? — Generalities on the subject — I

am requested to speak on some subject I know something
about.

'I am a man, and everything that concerns woman interests me,'

might have said Terence. This is also what every Frenchman says,
and why of all men on earth he is the one who knows women best.
He is keenly alive to woman's influence, and woman is an ever-
present, almost a fixed, idea with him. Whether he study her from
the artistic, the psychological, even the physiological, point of view,
his interest in her is never exhausted. And this explains why, since
Aspasia inspired Socrates and advised Pericles, in no other country
(not even in America) has woman's sovereignty been so supreme as
it has always been, and still is, in France.

It is true that the leaders of thought in France, as in any other

country, have long ago proclaimed that woman was the only
problem it would never be given to man to solve. It is true that they
have all tried and all failed, and that they acknowledge it, but they
are trying still.

This characteristic of woman is probably, after all, what makes her

ever so interesting to us. Nothing is more different from a woman
than another woman. Nothing is more different from a woman than
that very woman herself. The very moment we think we know her,
she slips through our fingers and stands in front of us an absolute
stranger. And so it should be. A man was one day complaining to a
friend that he had been married twenty years without being able to
understand his wife. 'You should not complain of that,' remarked the
friend. 'I have been married to my wife three months only, and I
understand her perfectly.'

When I come to think of it, I must confess that we men are

sometimes perfectly lovely in our estimation of women. For example,
you know, my dear fellow-men, that when we have a little cold in
our heads—nothing more—the whole household is in a perfect state
of commotion, and we wonder how it is that the earth still dares
continue her course round the sun. Yet, when we see a woman
patient, as she very generally is, of the most poignant physical and
moral suffering, we exclaim, in admiration of her: 'She bears it like a
man!' And what we seem to be unable to understand is, why women
should smile when they hear us make that exclamation. Myself, I
could roar, while holding my sides.
No man can say that he knows what a woman is unless he has met
her in adversity. It is then that she can attain prodigious heights.
Indeed, I believe that the head of a woman is much stronger in
adversity than in prosperity. She can always surpass herself in
misfortune, and often fails to stand success—I mean personal
success, for she can associate herself to the success of a husband
with all her heart and soul, but personal success is very often too
much for her. How many women have I met during my twenty years
of contact with the literary, artistic, dramatic, and social circles of life
who completely lost their heads over a sudden personal success! I
have seen women immediately lose all interest in home and family
life; I have seen some abandon husband, and even children, on
suddenly becoming a celebrity, a famous writer, actress, or singer, or
a 'professional' beauty. A successful man will not alter in his feelings
toward his family because he has become celebrated, unless he has
a wife who should keep amusing herself with reminding him that,
however the great 'John' of Oliver Wendell Holmes he may be to the
public, he is only plain 'Jack' at home. On the contrary, the
successful man will often most willingly give all the applause of the
public for a few encouraging words of praise from a devoted wife,
for a few expressions of admiration from a loving daughter. The
easily unstrung, almost hysterical, temperament of a woman will
sometimes make her give up all the quiet enjoyment of family
happiness and love for the noisy applause of the crowd. It acts on
her like an intoxicating beverage; and if men sometimes get cured of
the craving for drink, women, it is well known, never do. The
celebrated woman is seldom fit to be, or, if she is, to remain, a wife
and a mother. She becomes an anomaly, a freak. It is in woman's
nature. She cannot look down to drop her love on a man; to love
she must admire and look up. I would rather be the husband of a
simple little dairymaid than that of a George Sand or a Madame de
Staël.
All these are stray thoughts on the great eternal feminine. Like my
fellow-men, I know nothing about women.

I quite appreciated a little scene only a few weeks old. I was

announced to give a lecture on 'Women' to the students of a large
ladies' college in North Carolina. A couple of hours before the
lecture, three young ladies from the college called on me at the
hotel where I was staying. I met them in the parlour. Three
charming, bright, most intelligent-looking girls they were. After
looking at each other for some time, so as to suggest that the other
should speak, one at last made up her mind to be the spokeswoman
of the little deputation. 'We have called on you,' she said, 'to ask if
you would be kind enough to change the subject of your lecture to-
night. Our lecture course is instituted for the instruction and the
general improvement of the students, and we thought we should like
to hear you talk to us on a subject which you know something
about.' I must say that I felt fearfully small; but I was delighted at
the frankness of those young American girls, and at once acceded to
their request.
 CHAPTER II

WOMAN'S INFLUENCE FOR GOOD AND EVIL

A woman at the beginning — The first love-story — Different versions

— 'Cherchez la femme' — The influence of woman on national
characteristics.

If we look back into the dawn of the world, we see that, from her
first appearance, woman has always been a great power. Indeed,
she had the leading part in the first great drama of which the
literature of the world gives any account. A snake and a poor weak
man had the minor parts, the snake playing the villain and the poor
man the fool. I have never read that story without feeling ashamed
of the first representative of my sex. If I had been Adam, I would
have stuck to Eve through thick and thin. To save, even only to
shield, a woman (especially one I loved, or one who would have
been as kind to me as Eve had been to Adam), I would tell lies by
the yard and by the hour, and I admire that English judge who,
being told so by a male co-respondent in a divorce case, replied,
'And so would I.'

How I prefer that story of our first parents as related in the sacred
books of the Buddhists! There, as in the version that we know, man
is tempted by woman, and, as in our version, and as he has done
ever since, and will do for ever and ever, he succumbs. But when he
is found out and sentence is to be passed on him, what a difference!
He does not turn around and say, 'Please, it was not I who tempted
her; it was she who tempted me.' No, he acknowledges his guilt,
affirms that he alone disobeyed, and that he alone should be
punished. Then Eve intervenes, and she, too, confesses her guilt.
There is a regular attempt each at shielding the other. Then both fall
on their knees and beg to be punished together, and their request is
granted, and they go forth hand in hand into exile. This is the first
record of love and devotion, not, as in our version, a first record of
man's cowardice and selfishness.

From that memorable day to this, Her Royal Highness Woman has
been the greatest power for good and evil that the world has known,
for ever since Adam and Eve there have been men and women—
especially women.

A beautiful woman was the cause of the Trojan War; the cause of
David's single sin, a woman; the cause of Solomon's decadence, a
woman, or rather, many women. A woman was the instigator of the
greatest crime ever recorded in history, the terrible massacre of St.
Bartholomew. A woman, who has dearly paid for it since, was the
cause of the Franco-German war. On the other hand, France was
saved in the fifteenth century by a sweet peasant girl at a time when
King and people had given up all hope of ever again seeing France a
free and independent nation—but that was a long time ago.

There is no country where the influence of women over men is so

great as France, and the famous phrase 'Cherchez la femme'—'Seek
the woman'—emanated from the lips of the greatest jurisconsult
France ever produced, President Dupin, in the reign of King Louis
Philippe. And it is a fact that among French prisoners who belong to
the better classes, there are ninety-nine out of every hundred who
have committed murder, forgery, embezzlement, theft, for the sake
of a woman. The English people (and the Americans, too, I believe)
say that drunkenness is responsible for the great majority of crimes
committed in Great Britain and America. The expensive ways of
French women are responsible for the majority of crimes and
offences committed by men in modern France, as these expensive
ways of women are responsible for their own downfall nine times out
of ten.

On the other hand, a man owes all his best qualities to the influence
of the first woman he has known, his mother. A man will be what his
mother has made him. A man does not learn how to be a gentleman
at school, at college, or at the university. There he may improve his
manner, but his mind is formed at home much earlier than that.

It is woman, and woman alone, that makes society polite. Men

together can talk or chat, but it is only when women join them that
they can causer, an equivalent for which the English language does
not possess. And why? Simply because Englishmen do not as a rule
care for the restraint that results from the presence of women.

Thanks to the tact, the brilliancy, and the high intellectual

attainments of American women, one can causer in America, and the
vocabulary of the language used in the United States ought to be
richer by one word, a good equivalent for this French verb which
both 'to talk' and 'to chat' most imperfectly translate; for causer
means 'to chat with wit, humour, brilliancy, and great refinement.'
 CHAPTER III

MAXIMS FOR THE MAN IN LOVE

How to deal with your girl — Avoid catching colds in your head —
How women with humour can be saved.

Never go down on your knees to declare your love; you will spoil
your trousers and feel very uncomfortable. Rather give the lady an
opportunity of denying that you were on your knees before her, for
the simple reason that she was sitting on them.

Never put your hand near your lady's waistband or round her neck.
Place it about the middle of her back; there are no pins there.

If she asks you to fasten her bracelet, never forget to apply a kiss on
her arm. Ninety-nine times out of a hundred, that is what she wants
and why she does not secure her bracelet with a little chain.

Never call on your lady-love while you have a cold in your head. If
you begin your declaration, you will never be able to resume it after
a fit of sneezing. A cold in the head inspires pity neither in the heart
of man nor in that of woman, and sneezing is fatal if the lady
possesses the slightest particle of humour. Remember that, with a
cold in your head, you will have to say to her: 'I lob you, be darling.
Oh! I hab such a cold id be dose.' No romantic love, my dear fellow,
could survive that.

I knew a man who once eloped with a married woman. They were
deeply in love with each other. When they arrived at their
destination, they went to the hotel where they had engaged rooms.
It was a bitterly cold day, and they had forgotten to give orders for
fires. The rooms were dull and chilly. They fell in each other's arms.
'At last, my darling!' he exclaimed. 'At last, my own beloved one!' He
could say no more. He was seized with a violent fit of sneezing. The
misled lady came at once to her senses. In no time the trunks were
sent back to the station, and that same evening she had returned
safe and sound to the conjugal roof. The 'saving grace' of humour
has done still more for women than for men who owe so much to it.

The woman who has a keen sense of humour is a terrible one to

make love to. The romantic one will find charms in all your
shortcomings, but the other is inexorable. She is constantly on the
look-out for something to laugh at; nothing will escape her. And you
know that, if you laugh, love-making is out of the question.

I know a woman who was radically cured of her ardent love for a
man because he had, near the tip of his nose, a tiny little wart which
turned alternately white and red while he got passionately engaged
telling her the sincerity and intensity of his love.

If you are bald, never make love to a woman taller than you. Looked
at from below, you are all right.

Never let your lady-love see you without a collar, no, not even the
very wife of your bosom. A man's head without a collar is like a
bouquet without a holder.

Never let her see you asleep. Maybe you sleep with your mouth
open. If you are married, let your wife sleep first. When you are
quite sure she is off, let yourself go—and be careful to wake up first
in the morning.

Never tell your lady-love that you are very steady in your affections,
and that every time that you love a woman it is for ever. If you think
she will enjoy the joke, you overrate her sense of humour.
If your wife or sweetheart be in love with you to such a degree that
she tells you she could never survive you if you happened to die,
reassure her and tell her that there is a way out of the difficulty—her
setting out first.

Don't let your wife see you shave. Your idiotic, cowed look, your
gaping mouth and grimaces are as many infallible remedies for love.

Never indulge in any little objectionable trick before the woman you
love. Great affections should never be trifled with. Madame Bovary,
in Gustave Flaubert's famous novel, took a dislike to her husband
and went helplessly wrong, because the latter, after eating, used to
clean his teeth by promenading his tongue inside his mouth. I
sympathize with the poor woman and feel rather inclined to forgive
her.
 CHAPTER IV

ADVICE TO THE MAN WHO WANTS TO MARRY

What should attract him in matrimony — At what age should people

get married? — Be superior to your wife in everything.

When you are dead, once said a cynic, it's for a long time; but when
you are married, it's for ever.

Therefore, before entering into the holy estate of matrimony, a man

could not be too careful in the choice of his partner.

Now, what should influence him most in that choice? Money? Never
—oh, never, unless it be out of philanthropy and on reflecting that,
after all, it would be very hard on rich girls to feel that they cannot
marry because they have money, and I do think that they want to
marry as well as others. Beauty, then? No; beauty passes away.
Ugliness? Certainly not; ugliness remains. What, then? An altogether
of physical, moral, and intellectual charms which fit in exactly with
all the ideals of that man, and, above all, a similarity of tastes.

After all, what is beauty, considered as an incentive to love? A man

has in himself a hundred beings to every one of which a different
kind of beauty can appeal. If he be an artist, the women of Raphael
will inspire him with the purest sensations of love, those of Titian
with the loftiest sentiments of admiration and respect. Those of
Watteau will make him believe that he could live on candies and
choux à la crême. Those of Teniers would reconcile him to the idea
of a quiet life over a pipe and a tankard of beer. Some heroic beauty
will inspire him with the most chivalrous sentiments; some
melancholy one with dreams of a refined poetic life. Some sedate
beauty, with her hair dressed à la vierge, will suggest to him a
regular humdrum life, mid-day dinners, retiring and rising early, and
will inculcate in him an immoderate desire to be the father of a large
family. That same man, however, might become a criminal under the
influence of some poisonous beauty. Some Bostonian girl educated
beyond her intellect might induce that very man to spend the rest of
his life studying Browning.

Now, my dear man, if beauty should influence you in the choice of a

wife, never decide on a woman before you are absolutely sure that,
whatever happens, you will be happy with her as your wife knitting
by your side, while, under a veranda covered with jasmine and
honeysuckle, you play with the babe on your knees. If a woman
does not possess that kind of beauty, she is not fit for matrimony,
and don't marry her.

Now, a woman should marry young, very young even, so that her
husband should enjoy all the different phases of her beauty, from
the beauty of girlhood to that second youth, or matronly beauty,
which to my mind is perhaps the best of all. The Watteau of
eighteen will become a Rubens at forty. It is, perhaps, at forty that a
woman is most strikingly beautiful, and she is almost invariably so
when she has taken care of herself, and has been loved and petted
by husband and children alike. It is then that she knows how to
make the best of herself, that she best understands how to exercise
her gifts and charms in the most effective manner.

It is at forty that she enjoys the grace of perfect self-possession. She

has tact, and dresses faultlessly. Her knowledge of the world, her
experience of life, all help to make her a more delightful companion
than ever. The love she has inspired is written on every one of her
features. Her eyes sparkle with joy, her mouth expresses the ecstasy
of past and present bliss, and also gratitude for the kisses that have
been impressed upon it. Yes, the woman of forty is a joy, an
intoxicating and an incomparable joy, to a husband. That woman is
even more beautiful physically than she ever was, and her beauty is
of such a different type from what it was at twenty that I can very
well understand how a husband can seriously fall in love with his
wife a second time. All this is truth, my dear fellow. And don't even
be afraid of white hair. With a good complexion, a cheerful
expression, and two big black eyes, nothing goes better than white
hair, and the whiter it is the better.

And, you will say, at what age should a man marry? Well, at all
events, never before he is quite prepared to provide for a wife,
whatever her position may be. When this indispensable condition is
satisfied, I shall say never, or seldom, before thirty. Never try
matrimony as an experiment—that is to say, never before you are
absolutely certain you will prefer it to all the rest. I heard the other
day a very good piece of advice, which I should like to repeat here,
as I endorse it thoroughly: A man should marry a woman half his
age, plus seven. Try it at whatever age you like, and you will find it
works very well, taking for granted all the while that, after all, a man
as well as a woman is the age that he looks and feels.

Never marry a woman richer than you, or one taller than you, or one
older than you. Be always gently superior to your wife in fortune, in
size, and in age, so that in every possible way she may appeal to
you for help or protection, either through your purse, your strength,
or your experience of life. Marry her at an age that will always
enable you to play with her all the different characteristic parts of a
husband, a chum, a lover, an adviser, a protector, and just a tiny
suspicion of a father.
 CHAPTER V

ON THE SELECTION OF LIFE PARTNERS

Be as careful in choosing your partners as you would in choosing

your ancestors — Count your change before entering, as
mistakes cannot be recognised afterwards.

In choosing their partners for life, people should be as careful as in

choosing their ancestors. To give advice in the matter, however, is a
very delicate task to undertake.

You see, there is no probation allowed by the laws and customs of

civilized nations, and we have to put aside at once the best piece of
advice that could be given on the subject, which is: 'Go and have a
try, and if you don't like it, why, give it up and try something else.'
What a progress it will be, what a guarantee for the improved
happiness of the human race, when couples will be allowed to
associate on trial, say, for a few months! Yes, but how many will
remain married? And then, what will become of the human race?

This not being legal now, or, if you prefer, not accepted by the rules
of proper society, let us examine the case a bit.

Should couples study each other's characters during a long period of

engagement? Alas! how could they be hopeful of success when,
after ten years of married life, they often discover they were not
made for each other? I have known English couples who had been
engaged ten years trying to find out if they were fit for each other.
Poor couples! they might have been engaged fifty years without any
more chance of success. Life during an engagement means the daily
repetition of an old story: sentimental walks. The sky is serene, the
sea is smooth. As I say elsewhere, they will never know they are
good sailors until they have been together on board the same boat
in a good big storm—no, not until misfortunes have come to try
them, not until they have been confronted with bills for meat and
coal and the price of butter. Besides, long engagements should be
avoided, because if they do not end in matrimony the prospects of a
woman may be ruined.

Make your inquiries about your possible future partners, about their
antecedents, their family, their social and financial position. If your
partner is healthy (make sure of that), make up your mind quickly.
Marriage is a lottery; go in for it at once and take your chance.

A woman should avoid accepting a man who has been particularly

successful with women. At the same time, she should look for one to
whom woman is not an enigma, and who is a man of the world and
of strong character, so that she may feel sure that when he chose
her, he said to himself: 'I know my mind; happiness for me lies
there.' On that man she will be able to depend and lean safely.

As peace and security are the guarantees of happiness in matrimony,

a man should not choose a lovely rose who will attract the attention
of all the men, but look for a modest violet in some retired, shady
spot. The violet is the emblem of peaceful and lasting love.

A woman should avoid marrying a man who at home is the favourite

of many sisters who constantly dance attendance on him. That man
is spoiled for matrimony. He will require his wife to bestow on him all
the attentions he received from his sisters, besides those which he
has a right to expect from a wife.

I should advise woman to shun a dragon of virtue like fire: she

should prefer a dragoon rather. A man may be good, but he must
not overdo it. He that has no wickedness is too good for this world;
not even a nun could endure him. Fancy, my dear lady, a man being