"You're tired of me already—is that it?"
"Now, dear—how am I to keep from treating you like a baby, when you act so exactly like one?"
"It's babyish for a man to want his wife with him, is it?"
"Isn't it rather babyish of him not to want her to take one little month to rest in and see her own people?"
"I thought my people were to be your people like the woman in the Bible?"
"So they are ... but I've seen them all winter."
"Tired of us all, eh?"
Sophy said nothing in reply to this.
"Oh, well!" he exclaimed angrily, flouncing to the door. "If the new salt has lost its savour—go to your old salt-lick——"
He bounced out, clapping the door. It was the first coarse thing he had ever said to her. She felt indignant as well as hurt. But when she reflected that his ill temper came from jealousy she was sorry for him, too.