Nathaniel Hawthorne,
Mosses from an Old Manse/Mrs. Bullfrog
(1837)
“ You have discovered, perhaps, some little imperfections in your bride. Well, what did you expect? Women are not angels. If they were, they would go to heaven for husbands; or, at least, be more difficult in their choice on earth.""But why conceal those imperfections?" interposed I, tremulously."Now, my love, are not you a most unreasonable little man?" said Mrs. Bullfrog, patting me on the cheek. "Ought a woman to disclose her frailties earlier than the wedding day? ”
