“Yes,” answered the other with so much eloquence of expression that Miss Campbell knew she spoke the truth.
“And he loves you?”
“He loves me, but not so much. He leaves me for long time,—alone.”
“Has he ever seen you in a rage?”
“Yes,” answered Mrs. Lupo in a low voice, her head sinking on her breast.
“Of course, then, that is why he leaves you. Men like gentleness in a woman. A violent-tempered wife never keeps her husband’s love. If you were gentle and quiet, your husband would take you with him to the village. But you are jealous and uncontrolled. You make a spectacle of yourself and of him. You look very ugly as you looked a while ago, like an angry animal instead of a handsome young woman. Try being gentle and always looking pretty and see how it works.”
Mrs. Lupo looked up. Miss Campbell had captured her interest and she was listening to that sage spinster’s advice with entire attention.
“You think me handsome woman?”
“Very, when you are in a good temper.”
“Suppose I can’t keep back anger?”