I will only quote one more, and that is two-edged-- "'Fool he who heeds a woman's tears, to woman's tongue replies; Fool she who braves man's hand--but when was man or woman wise ?'" Here Zulve came to the door and made a sign to her husband.

Waiting courteously to ascertain that I had finished speaking, and until his son had somewhat ceremoniously taken leave of me, he led me to the door of a chamber next to that I had hitherto occupied.

Pausing here himself, he motioned me to go on, and the door parting, I found myself in a room I had not before entered, about the same size as my own and similarly furnished, but differently coloured, now communicating with it by a door which I knew had not previously existed.

Here were Eveena's mother and sister, dressed as usual.
Eveena herself had exchanged her maiden white for the light pink of a young matron, but was closely veiled in a similar material.

Her mother and sister kissed her with much emotion, though without the tears and lamentations, real or affected, with which--alike among the nomads of Asia and the most cultivated races of Europe--even those relatives who have striven hardest to marry a daughter or sister think it necessary to celebrate the fulfilment of their hopes, and the termination of their often prolonged and wearisome labours.