“I think Robert might have told you of this sore strait.”
Then, in a sudden passion of anger, I cried out, “I think so, too. He treats me as if I was a doll or a dog. He tells me nothing. I have the cruelest part of every sorrow to bear—the part not sure. It is a shame! It is a great wrong! My heart is sick with anxiety that does no good. At the last, he has to tell. I cannot bear it!”
“All the women have it to bear.”
“Then shame to the men who lay on them such a useless burden.”
“We have a saying that women’s counsel is ill luck.”
“It is the want of it that is ill luck. I never saw that Huddersfield man but once, yet I told Robert to beware of him.”
“People say that you have been a gey, extravagant wife, Amelia.”
“People lie!” I answered hotly. “I have saved two hundred and eight pounds in eighteen months, out of the money given me for housekeeping expenses.”
“Then Robert has been extravagant, and given you too much money.”