Upon which the Sage, with his usual lack of manners, retired into his cave and slammed his door. The Damsel sat down upon the rock and came again to her own conclusions. The stone that apparently was a Topaz was in reality a yellow Diamond of great rarity and worth, and that was why the woman valued it so highly. Her instincts were stronger than her reason. But if she had not made herself so cheap by adoring the stone, it would not have become restless and she would not have lost it. Even stones cannot stand too much honey. If ever the woman should find this yellow Diamond again she must be told to keep it in a cool box and not caress it or place it above the others. The Damsel thought aloud and the Sage heard her--he strode forth in a rage. "Why do you come here demanding my advice if you moralize yourself? Out upon you again!" he thundered. "The woman will not find her Topaz, which is now revelling in the sun of freedom and will soon go down into nothingness and be forgotten. And after lamenting until her eyes look gaunt, the woman will begin to see some beauty in a Sapphire and become consoled, and so all will be well." "I do not care what you say," said the Damsel. "_It is better to have what one wants one's self than to try and learn to like anything else that other people think better._" And she refastened a bracelet with great care--which contained two cat's-eyes of no value--as she went on her way. * * * * * Seize the occasion lest it pass thee by and fall into the lap of another. * * * * * No man likes shooting tame rabbits. * * * * * Most men like the hunt more than the quarry--therefore the wise woman is elusive. * * * * * It is a good hostess who never inclines her guests unconsciously to look at the clock. * * * * * Some things cause pride, some pleasure. There is only one thing which causes infinite bliss and oblivion of time, and this one thing, unless bound with chains, is called immoral. * * * * * It is a wise man who knows when he is happy and can appreciate the divine bliss of the tangible _now_. Most of us retrospect or anticipate and so lose the present. * * * * * Seize Love at whatever age he comes to you--if you can avoid being ridiculous. * * * * * "More questions?" exclaimed the Sage, as the Damsel tapped gently upon the door of his cave. "Women are never satisfied; they are as restless as the sea, and when they have received all the best advice they invariably follow their own inclinations." "It was not to discuss women," replied the Damsel, timidly; "this time it is of a man I wish to ask."