No
man will bear unprotected exposure to a young girl's eyes. The
honeymoon is the matrimonial microscope. Wobble it. Confuse it
with many objects. Cloud it with other interests. Don't sit still
to be examined. Besides, remember that a man always appears at his
best when active, and a woman at her worst. Bustle her, my dear
boy, bustle her: I don't care who she may be. Give her plenty of
luggage to look after; make her catch trains. Let her see the
average husband sprawling comfortably over the railway cushions,
while his wife has to sit bolt upright in the corner left to her.
Let her hear how other men swear. Let her smell other men's
tobacco. Hurry up, and get her accustomed quickly to the sight of
mankind. Then she will be less surprised and shocked as she grows
to know you. One of the best fellows I ever knew spoilt his married
life beyond repair by a long quiet honeymoon. They went off for a
month to a lonely cottage in some heaven-forsaken spot, where never
a soul came near them, and never a thing happened but morning,
afternoon, and night. There for thirty days she overhauled him.
When he yawned--and he yawned pretty often, I guess, during that
month--she thought of the size of his mouth, and when he put his
heels upon the fender she sat and brooded upon the shape of his
feet.
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