“Hopeless, you are. I should not expect any change in you.” She exploded reservedly, “I should have never obeyed you from the start. You are so... Hopeless.”
“Well, you are a woman, my wife. That’s your duty, to obey your husband. You only can do embroidery at home, only one-thousand a month, sometimes even less. If without me,” his face at once reddened, “who can aff ord the school, the rent and everything?”
