His Wife.
Yes; but we are better than they. We are good people, and have done no wrong.
The Man.
Think you so? Then remember all my cruel scoldings of you.
His Wife.
But you have never really been cruel to me.
The Man.
Yes, I have!—yes, many and many a time! Nor is that all; for no wild boar could fall to grinding his tusks more wickedly than I do as I wander through the streets and gaze upon all those things whereof we stand in such desperate need. Ah, how much money there is in the world that we have not got! Listen to me, little wife. This afternoon I was walking in the park—that beautiful park where the paths run straight as pistol-shots, and the beech-trees look like kings in crowns.
His Wife.
And I too was walking in the streets, with shops, shops, shops everywhere—such beautiful shops!