It evidently did him
good to talk. He told me that, finding his wife that morning in one
of her rare listening moods, he had seized the opportunity to mention
one or two matters in connection with the house he would like to have
altered; that was, if she had no objection. She had--quite
pleasantly--reminded him the house was his, that he was master there.
She added that any wish of his of course was law to her.
He was a young and inexperienced husband; it seemed to him a hopeful
opening. He spoke of quite a lot of things--things about which he
felt that he was right and she was wrong. She went and fetched a
quire of paper, and borrowed his pencil and wrote them down.
Later on, going through his letters in the study, he found an
unexpected cheque; and ran upstairs and asked her if she would not
like to come out with him and get herself a new hat.
"I could have understood it," he moaned, "if she had dropped on me
while I was--well, I suppose, you might say lecturing her. She had
listened to it like a lamb--hadn't opened her mouth except to say
'yes, dear,' or 'no, dear.' Then, when I only asked her if she'd
like a new hat, she goes suddenly raving mad. I never saw a woman go
so mad."
I doubt if there be anything in nature quite as unexpected as a
woman's temper, unless it be tumbling into a hole. I told all this
to Dick. I have told it him before. One of these days he will know
it.
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