“Very well,” I said; “but why not have agreed to it at first? However, it’s satisfactory to see that you have come to your senses. Perhaps another time that we have a difference of opinion—”
“It won’t happen again.”
“I can’t trust you,” I said severely. “These promises of yours mean nothing.”
“I assure you it won’t happen again.”
“We will leave it at that,” I said. “What it all amounts to is this: that you are willing to go back to your former occupation as lady’s-maid in a family.”
“That’s it!”
“In which capacity you will be able to earn enough to keep the home going.”
“What home?”
“This home.”
“Oh, no!” said my wife. “Oh, dear me, no! I shall earn enough to keep myself going, but I shan’t bother about you. Understand that, once for all.”