Between his attachment to Rachel, and his attachment to me, he was sorely puzzled and distressed at the turn things had taken. And riding the high horse, now and then, is one of them. In that capacity he exhibited her now. Very well, Mr. Franklin. Now listen to me.
Different women have different ways of riding the high horse.
The late Mrs. Betteredge took her exercise on that favourite female animal whenever I happened to deny her anything that she had set her heart on. So sure as I came home form my work on these occasions, so sure was my wife to call to me up the kitchen stairs, and to say that, after my brutal treatment of her, she hadn't the heart to cook me my dinner. At last my patience wore out. I locked myself in, and took off my coat, and turned up my shirt-sleeves, and cooked my own dinner. When it was done, I served it up in my best manner, and enjoyed it most heartily.