A bachelor thinks a married woman doesn't know enough to get out of the way of a steam-roller.

I knew a young fellow once, an engineer, who thought he would go to Vienna "on business." His wife wanted to know "what business ?" He told her it would be his duty to visit the mines in the neighbourhood of the Austrian capital, and to make reports.

She said she would go with him; she was that sort of woman.

He tried to dissuade her: he told her that a mine was no place for a beautiful woman.

She said she felt that herself, and that therefore she did not intend to accompany him down the shafts; she would see him off in the morning, and then amuse herself until his return, looking round the Vienna shops, and buying a few things she might want.