Sappho told me of one, I think her name was Penelope, who waited twenty years faithfully and lovingly for her husband, though every one believed he was dead, and she had fifty lovers a day at her house." "My wives would not wait so long for me," said Zopyrus laughing.

"To tell the truth, I don't think I should be sorry to find an empty house, if I came back after twenty years.

For then I could take some new wives into my harem, young and beautiful, instead of the unfaithful ones, who, besides, would have grown old.

But alas! every woman does not find some one to run away with her, and our women would rather have an absent husband than none at all." "If your wives could hear what you are saying!" said Araspes.
"They would declare war with me at once, or, what is still worse, conclude a peace with one another." "How would that be worse ?" "How?
it is easy to see, that you have had no experience." "Then let us into the secrets of your married life." "With pleasure.

You can easily fancy, that five wives in one house do not live quite so peacefully as five doves in a cage; mine at least carry on an uninterrupted, mortal warfare.