"I know the truth, my money-man. Do you think she'd have looked at me if
you'd been to her what she thought I might be? No, bien sur! Did you take
her where she could see the world? No. Did you bring her presents? No.
Did you say, 'Come along, we will make a little journey to see the
world?' No. Do you think that a woman can sit and darn your socks, and
tidy your room, and bake you pancakes in the morning while you roast your
toes, and be satisfied with just that, and not long for something
outside?"
Jean Jacques was silent. He did not move. He was being hypnotized by a
mind of subtle strength, by the logic of which he was so great a lover.
The master-carpenter pressed his logic home. "No, she must sit in your
shadow always. She must wait till you come. And when you come, it was
'Here am I, your Jean Jacques. Fall down and worship me. I am your
husband.' Did you ever say, 'Heavens, there you are, the woman of all the
world, the rising and the setting sun, the star that shines, the garden
where all the flowers of love grow'? Did you ever do that? But no, there
was only one person in the world--there was only you, Jean Jacques. You
were the only pig in the sty."
It was a bold stroke, but if Jean Jacques could stand that, he could
stand anything. There was a savage start on the part of Jean Jacques, and
the lever almost moved.
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