"If a man's wife can't borrow some of her husband's clothing to reduce her peril to a minimum, what is the use of having a husband?
When I take to the bicycle, which, in spite of all Socrates can say, I fully intend to do, I shall have a man's wheel, and I shall wear Socrates' old dress-clothes.
If Hades doesn't like it, Hades may suffer." "I don't see how Socrates' clothes will help you," observed Ophelia.

"He wore skirts himself, just like all the other old Greeks.

His toga would be quite as apt to catch in the gear as your skirts." Xanthippe looked puzzled for a moment.

It was evident that she had not thought of the point which Ophelia had brought up--strong-minded ladies of her kind are apt sometimes to overlook important links in such chains of evidence as they feel called upon to use in binding themselves to their rights.
"The women of your day were relieved of that dress problem, at any rate," laughed Queen Elizabeth.
"The women of my day," retorted Xanthippe, "in matters of dress were the equals of their husbands--in my family particularly; now they have lost their rights, and are made to confine themselves still to garments like those of yore, while man has arrogated to himself the sole and exclusive use of sane habiliments.

However, that is apart from the question.