lack of it has no part in this hap-piness; and the beautiful couple who win people's admiration and infatuation may find their inward life a standing hell — because the beauty of the wife alone, or the beauty of the husband alone, has never once been a cause of happiness for the other partner.

And after this, my friend, I beg you not to forget another truth: that beauty of soul has its own supreme charm, and that this young man, who will be for you the ideal husband and for your children the ideal father, may have in his spirit such charm, and in his conversation such cultivation, as will win people's approval and admiration after a single gathering with him.

That is because our character and the hidden things of our souls show plainly upon our faces, brightening them or darkening them according to the measure of light or darkness in that character and those souls.

And apart from all this, there comes to my mind at this moment

the story of the Bedouin who went to Umar ibn al-Khattab to tell him that he was going to divorce his wife. Umar asked him, "And why?" The man answered, "I do not love her." And Umar cried, "Are all houses built on love? Where then is faithfulness, and where are obligations?" And you, my girl — are all houses built on beauty? Where then is character, and where are appreci-ation and respect?

That is my own opinion; but people, Miss, are of two kinds: one kind attaches supreme importance to what people see of one's private life and what they say of it; the other holds that this life is one's own property, and one's alone — that people's opinions of it are of no value and no concern, indeed that they have no right even to express an opinion. If you are of this kind, which has reached such a degree of refinement as to hold that its private affairs are its own business alone, and that its family happiness is too lofty for people's opinions to have a hand in making it or destroying it —

then go forward... But if you are of the kind that cares a great deal for what people say — so that whenever you went out with your husband you would keep watching their glances at him to see what meanings they carried, and might even give every glance of theirs an interpretation that pained your soul, and come home wretched, resentful of your lot — then how can you go forward? And how will you avoid committing against the poor man a wrong of which the least that can be said is that you bestow your affection and approval upon him only in the measure that people bestow their approval and applause?

Study yourself, then, and probe its depths. If you harbor respect and appreciation for your suitor, then respect and appreciation are the edifice of love; only beware lest it be the splendid automobile that tips the scale in your suitor's favor — for then the end would be bad.

With all my good wishes...