Here, you talk for ten minutes without interruption, and you close with an appealing “Well?” armed with an intonation which suggests an interrogation point of the most crooked kind. “Well!” she replies, “it is not yet time for Charles to go to school.” You have gained nothing at all. “But, my dear, Monsieur Deschars certainly sent his little Julius to school at six years. Go and examine the schools and you will find lots of little boys of six there.” You talk for ten minutes more without the slightest interruption, and then you ejaculate another “Well?” “Little Julius Deschars came home with chilblains,” she says. “But Charles has chilblains here.” “Never,” she replies, proudly. In a quarter of an hour, the main question is blocked by a side discussion on this point: “Has Charles had chilblains or not?” You bandy contradictory allegations; you no longer believe each other; you must appeal to a third party. Axiom.--Every household has its Court of Appeals which takes no notice of the merits, but judges matters of form only. The nurse is sent for. She comes, and decides in favor of your wife. It is fully decided that Charles has never had chilblains. Caroline glances triumphantly at you and utters these monstrous words: “There, you see Charles can’t possibly go to school!” You go out breathless with rage. There is no earthly means of convincing your wife that there is not the slightest reason for your son’s not going to school in the fact that he has never had chilblains. That evening, after dinner, you hear this atrocious creature finishing a long conversation with a woman with these words: “He wanted to send Charles to school, but I made him see that he would have to wait.” Some husbands, at a conjuncture like this, burst out before everybody; their wives take their revenge six weeks later, but the husbands gain this by it, that Charles is sent to school the very day he gets into any mischief. Other husbands break the crockery, and keep their rage to themselves. The knowing ones say nothing and bide their time. A woman’s logic is exhibited in this way upon the slightest occasion, about a promenade or the proper place to put a sofa. This logic is extremely simple, inasmuch as it consists in never expressing but one idea, that which contains the expression of their will. Like everything pertaining to female nature, this system may be resolved into two algebraic terms--Yes: no. There are also certain little movements of the head which mean so much that they may take the place of either. THE JESUITISM OF WOMEN.