Nor would he agree to her oft-repeated explanations that there
were a thousand and one occasions when some money was an absolute
necessity. Or, if persuaded, he gave her a small amount and
expected it to last indefinitely.

It is difficult to know just what was the reason for this
attitude. Sanford Embury was not a miser. He was not penurious
or stingy. He subscribed liberally to charities, many of them
unknown to the public, or even to his wife, but some trick of
nature, some twist in his brain, made this peculiarity of his
persistent and ineradicable.

Now, Eunice Embury was possessed of a quick, sometimes
ungovernable temper. It was because of this that her husband
called her Tiger. And also, as he declared, because her
beautiful, lithe grace was suggestive of "the fearful symmetry"
of the forest tribe.

She had tried honestly to control her quick anger, but it would
now and then assert itself in spite of her, and Embury delighted
to liken her to Katherine, and declared that he must tame her as
Petruchio tamed his shrew.

This annoyed Eunice far more than she let him know, for she was
well aware that if he thought it teased her, he would more
frequently try Petruchio's methods.

So, when she flew into a rage, and he countered with a fiercer
anger, she knew he was assuming it purposely, and she usually