“We shall see!”
“We shall see!”
He became angry, she became angry, and they did not speak to each other for the rest of that day.
“If that’s the kind of a fellow he is,” she thought, “then he’s not going to have the say about the money.”
He sat there as if on pins and needles. He was in a rage; his blood was boiling. He wanted to spring up, spit out with scorn and break with Chyenke for good. But something restrained him. That “something” did not permit him to carry out what he yearned so strongly to do. That “something” held him riveted to the spot and dammed his anger. And that “something” was not very clear to him. He only felt it strongly; it sent a warmth through his whole body.... Just through his inside pocket....
“Well, well. We’ll see,” he thought. “After the wedding it’ll be a different story.”
When they separated at the end of that day Chyenke said to him, “Well, now run off to your Chashke and fill her ears with complaints against me.”
“If I want to run to her, I won’t ask you.”
Chyenke had resolved to put an end to his visits to Chashke. If he cared more for Chashke, then let him take her. She could afford to have a sweetheart all her own.
But she desired to raise no scandals before the wedding. After their marriage she would know how to wean him away from Chashke’s, and how to keep her from ever crossing their threshold....