“‘Husband, husband, cease your strife,
Nor longer idly rave, sir;
Though I am your wedded wife,
Yet I am not your slave, sir.’
“Go on!” she exclaimed, when she had finished.
“I can’t,” he said, shortly. “Nina, stop there. I won’t have you climb farther.”
“Men in books always know the next verse,” she said, unheedingly:
“‘One of two must still obey,
Nancy, Nancy;
Is it man or woman, say,