Willems turned back to his wife.
"So you expected this," he said.

"It is a conspiracy.

Who's that sobbing and groaning in the room?
Some more of your precious family.

Hey ?" She was more calm now, and putting hastily the crying child in the big chair walked towards him with sudden fearlessness.
"My mother," she said, "my mother who came to defend me from you--man from nowhere; a vagabond!" "You did not call me a vagabond when you hung round my neck--before we were married," said Willems, contemptuously.
"You took good care that I should not hang round your neck after we were," she answered, clenching her hands, and putting her face close to his.

"You boasted while I suffered and said nothing.