When grief strikes deep, a woman’s eyes are dry.  Her soul shudders and there is a hand upon her heart whose icy fingers clutch at the inward fibre in a very real physical pain.  There are no tears for times like these; the inner depths, bare and quivering, are healed by no such balm as this.

A sudden blow leaves a woman as cold as a marble statue and absolutely dumb as to the thing which lies upon her heart.  When the tears begin to flow, it means that resignation and content will surely come.  On the contrary, when once or twice in a lifetime a man is moved to tears, there is nothing so terrible and so hopeless as his sobbing grief.

Married and unmarried women waste a great deal of time in feeling sorry for each other.  It never occurs to a married woman that a spinster may not care to take the troublous step.  An ideal lover in one’s heart is less strain upon the imagination than the transfiguration of a man who goes around in his shirt-sleeves and dispenses with his collar at ninety degrees Fahrenheit.

[Sidenote:  The Unknown Country]

If fiction dealt pleasantly with men who are unmindful of small courtesies, the unknown country beyond the altar would lose some of its fear.  If the way of an engaged girl lies past a barber shop,—­which very seldom has a curtain, by the way,—­and she happens to think that she may some day behold her beloved in the dangerous act of shaving himself, it immediately hardens her heart.  One glimpse of one face covered with lather will postpone one wedding-day five weeks.  Many a lover has attributed to caprice or coquetry the fault which lies at the door of the “tonsorial parlour.”

[Sidenote:  Other Feminine Eyes]

A woman may be a mystery to a man and to herself, but never to another woman.  There is no concealment which is effectual when other feminine eyes are fixed upon one’s small and harmless schemes.  A glance at a girl’s dressing-table is sufficient for the intimate friend—­she does not need to ask questions; and indeed, there are few situations in life in which the necessity for direct questions is not a confession of individual weakness.

If fourteen different kinds of creams and emollients are within easy reach, the girl has an admirer who is fond of out-door sports and has not yet declared himself.  If the curling iron is kept hot, it is because he has looked approval when her hair was waved.  If there is a box of rouge but half concealed, the girl thinks the man is a fatuous idiot and hourly expects a proposal.

If the various drugs are in the dental line, the man is a cheerful soul with a tendency to be humorous.  If she is particular as to small details of scolding locks and eyebrows, he probably wears glasses.  If she devotes unusual attention to her nails, the affair has progressed to that interesting stage where he may hold her hand for a few minutes at a time.

If she selects her handkerchief with extreme care,—­one with an initial and a faint odour of violet—­she expects to give it to him to carry and to forget to ask for it.  If he makes an extra call in order to return it, it indicates a lesser degree of interest than if he says nothing about it.  The forgotten handkerchief is an important straw with a girl when love’s capricious wind blows her way.