There was a moment's pause while Eddie softly damned the pipe he had forgotten to fill, for not keeping lighted.
"She says she won't speak to you again unless you beg her pardon."
"Really! Does she look upon that as a great hardship?"
"My dear! We're twelve miles from the nearest store. We're thrown upon each other for the entire winter. Last year there was a bad blizzard, and we didn't see a soul outside the farm for six weeks. Unless we learn to put up with one another's whims, life becomes a perfect hell."
Nora stopped her work and set down her iron.
"You can go on talking all night, Eddie, I'll never apologize. Time after time when she sneered at me till my blood boiled, I've kept my temper. She deserved ten times more than I said. Do you think I'm going to knuckle under to a woman like that?"
"Remember she's my wife, Nora."
"Why didn't you marry a lady?"
"What the dickens do you think is the use of being a lady out here?"
"You've degenerated since you left England."