"I see," he said. "Sweethearting some other woman, is he? Well, what of
it? He isn't the first husband who has done the like, and I guess he
won't be the last."
Still I thought I had not made myself clear, so I said my husband had
been untrue to me, that his infidelities under my own roof had degraded
me in my own eyes and everybody else's, that I could not bear to live
such a life any longer and consequently. . . .
"Consequently," said my father, "you come to me to fight your battles
for you. No, no, fight them yourself, gel. No father-in-law ought to
interfere."
It was a man's point of view I suppose, but I was ready to cry with
vexation and disappointment, and though I conquered the impulse to do
that I could go no farther.
"Who's the woman?" he asked.