six
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When that time comes there will be surprisingly few divorces . The husband of whom we dream at twenty is not at all the type of man who attracts us at thirty . The man I married at twenty was a brilliant , morbid , handsome , abnormal creature with magnificent eyes and very white teeth and no particular appetite at mealtime . The man whom I could care for at thirty would be the normal , safe and substantial sort who would come in at six o'clock , kiss me once , sniff the air twice and say : `` Mm ! What 's that smells so good , old girl ? I 'm as hungry as a bear . Trot it out .