Then he turned his steps again homeward, with a clearer head and heavier heart than when he refused to enter, in fear of what he called a "curtain lecture." Many painful thoughts flitted through his mind as he moved along with a quick pace.
"I wish Cara understood me better, or that I had more patience with her," he said to himself.

"This getting angry with her, and going off to drinking parties and taverns is a bad remedy for the evil, I will confess.

It is wrong in me, I know.

Very wrong.

But I can't bear to be snapped, and snubbed up, and lectured in season and out of season.