The ways of a woman are supposed to be past finding out, but after all there are times when her logic is irresistible as in the case of a certain wife who had spent her husband's money, had compromised him more than once, had neglected her children and her household duties, and had done everything that woman can do to make his life a failure.
And then, as they were both confronted by the miserable end of it all, and realized that there was no way out of it, he said:
Perhaps I ought not to appear to be too trivially curious, but I confess to a desire to know why you have done all this. You must have known, if you kept on, just what the end would be. Of course, nobody expects a woman to use her reason. But didn't you have, even in a dim way, some idea of what you were doing?
She gazed at him with her usual defiance, a habit not to be broken even by the inevitable.
Certainly I did. It was your fault.
My fault! How do you make that out?
Because I have never had the slightest respect for you.
Why not?
She actually laughed.
How could you expect me to have any respect for a man who could not succeed in preventing me from doing the things I did?