FRANK CROSSE was a methodical young man—his enemies might sometimes have called him pedantic,—and he loved to reduce his life to rule and order. It was one of his peculiarities. But how about this new life into which he was entering? It took two to draw up the rules for that. The little two-oared craft who put out upon that voyage have to lay their own course, each for itself; and all round them, as they go, they see the floating timbers and broken keels of other little boats, which had once started out full of hope and confidence. There are currents and eddies, low sand-banks and sunken reefs, and happy the crews who see them ahead, and trim their course to avoid them. Frank brooded over it all. He had seen something of life, for his years. He was observant and reflective. He had watched his friends who were happy, and he had watched his friends who were not. And now, as a result of all this wise cogitation, he sat down at a table one evening, with a solemn face, and a sheet of foolscap. ‘Now, Maude,’ said he, ‘I want to have a serious talk.’ Maude looked up in surprise from the linen which she was marking. ‘Oh dear!’ she cried. ‘Why “oh dear”?’ ‘There’s something wrong?’ ‘Nothing in the world.’ ‘You looked so solemn, Frank. I thought you had been looking at the tradesman’s books. What is it, dear?’ ‘Well, Maude, I have been thinking of married life in general. Don’t you think it would be a good thing if we were to make some resolutions as to how it should be conducted—some fundamental principles, as it were?’ ‘Oh do, dear, do! What fun it will be!’ ‘But it’s serious, Maude.’ ‘Yes, dear, I am quite serious.’ ‘It seemed to me, that if we could reduce it to certain rules, then, whatever came upon us in the future, we should always know exactly how to act.’ ‘What are the rules, dear?’ ‘Well, we can only arrive at them by talking it over between ourselves. I could not draw up a set of rules, and ask you to submit to them. That is not my idea of a partnership. But if we found that we were agreed upon certain points, then we could both adopt them by mutual consent.’ ‘How charming, Frank! Do please tell me some of the points.’ ‘I have a few in my mind, and I should like to hear any which you may have—any ideas, you know, how to get the very highest and best out of our life. Now, first of all, there is the subject of quarrelling.’ ‘O Frank, how horrid!’ ‘Dear girl, we must look into the future. We are going to live all our lives together. We must foresee and prepare for all the chances of life.’ ‘But that is absurd.’ ‘You can’t live all your life and never be in a bad temper!’ ‘But not with _you_, Frank.’