"
He flinched. She had stung him.
"I sting you--"
No! And he straightened himself, biting his lips!
"--I sting you! I'm rude! I'm inexcusable! People don't say these
things, not even hysterical wives to impeccable husbands, eh? I admit
it. But I was bound to tell you. You're a serious person, Cloud, and
I'm not. Still, we were both born as we are, and I've just as much
right to be unserious as you have to be serious. That's what you've
never realized. You aren't better than me; you're only different from
me. It is unfortunate that there are some aspects of the truth that you
are incapable of grasping. However, after this morning's scene--"
Scene? What scene? He remembered no scene, except that he had asked her
not to interrupt him while he was reading his letters, had asked her
quite politely, and she had left the breakfast-table. He thought she had
left because she had finished. He hadn't a notion--what nonsense!
"--this morning's scene, I decided not to 'interrupt' you any more--"
Yes. There was the word he had used--how childish she was!
"--any more in the contemplation of those aspects of the truth which you
_are_ capable of grasping.
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