The Wisdom Of Folly

Gwynneth burst into tears. Though a very intelligent woman, she was not a wise one, and she had no smattering of the art of managing a man. Mrs. Frisby, old as she was, could have given her points on this score, and still have won in the competition; for the excellent Caroline had never been handsome enough to rise superior to feminine wiles. Gwynneth, on the contrary, was so good looking, that as a rule she did not require to manage men at all: a glance from her lovely eyes was generally enough to bring into immediate submission the most unruly of them. But in cases such as the present one, when her beauty was not enough to win the battle unaided, she had no reserve force of worldly wisdom to call to the front.