"No, that's not fair. Do I make your home comfortable?"
"Of course."
"Do I protect your working hours?"
He nodded.
"Do I nag or ask questions, or complain about things?"
He shook his head.
"Am I extravagant?"
"Good Lord! Jane, you're all right, but this is only the beginning. This is your first picture on the line," he said, holding up the letter.
"I know that there are many ways in which I fail as a wife—ways in which we are not harmonious—but that shield has two sides, Jerry, and my belief is that, since we did what we did, we can't expect perfection in our life together. We have to face certain grave lacks, and make the best of what we have."
"I suppose that's fair."