As it was only an experiment, there was to be a general agreement on the
part of those involved in it to be as lenient and mutually helpful to one
another as possible. Already a promising nucleus, including one or two
young married couples, had been got together, and the thing seemed to be
fairly launched.
"With good management and a little unobtrusive hard work, I think the
thing ought to be a success," said Reggie, and Reggie was one of those
people who are painstaking first and optimistic afterwards.
"There is one rock on which you will unfailingly come to grief, manage
you never so wisely," said Major Dagberry, cheerfully; "the women will
quarrel. Mind you," continued this prophet of disaster, "I don't say
that some of the men won't quarrel too, probably they will; but the women
are bound to. You can't prevent it; it's in the nature of the sex. The
hand that rocks the cradle rocks the world, in a volcanic sense. A woman
will endure discomforts, and make sacrifices, and go without things to an
heroic extent, but the one luxury she will not go without is her
quarrels. No matter where she may be, or how transient her appearance on
a scene, she will instal her feminine feuds as assuredly as a Frenchman
would concoct soup in the waste of the Arctic regions.
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