"I said I could teach you manners," she gave a hysterical laugh, "I made a mistake. I couldn't teach you manners, for one can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear."
"Shut up, Nora," said her brother sharply.
"Now you must make her, Ed," said Gertie grimly.
He replied with a despairing gesture.
"I'm sick to death of the pair of you!"
"I'm your wife, and I'm going to be mistress of this house—my house."
"It's horrible to make her eat humble pie before three strange men. You've no right to ask her to do a thing like that."
"Are you taking her part?" demanded Gertie, her voice rising in fury. "What's come over you since she came here. You're not the same to me as you used to be. Why did she come here and get between us?"
"I haven't changed."
"Haven't I been a good wife to you? Have you ever had any complaint to make of me?"