And after this had been going on for a few years, instead of getting accustomed to her husband, instead of seeing that if he had this fault he had many virtues, and that he was just as good a husband as she was a wife, or perhaps better, her anger against him increased every time, till now she would declare that she would abide it no longer, that he was past endurance, and she would have a divorce; and several times she even ran to the elders to demand it. But the elders would put it by. 'Let it wait,' they said, 'for a few days, and then we will see;' and by that time all was soothed down again. But at last the end came. One night she passed all bounds in her anger, using words that could never be forgiven; and when she declared as usual that she must have a divorce, her husband said: 'Yes, we will divorce. Let there be an end of it.' And so next day they went to the elders both of them, and as both demanded the divorce, the elders could not delay very long. A few days' delay they made, but the man was firm, and at last it was done. They were divorced. I think the woman would have drawn back at the last moment, but she could not, for very shame, and the man never wavered. He was offended past forgiveness. So the divorce was given, and the man left the house and went to live elsewhere. In a few days--a very few days--the wife sent for him again. 'Would he return?' And he refused. Then she went to the headman and asked him to make it up, and the headman sent for the husband, who came. The woman asked her husband to return. 'Come back,' she said, 'come back. I have been wrong. Let us forgive. It shall never happen again.' But the man shook his head. 'No,' he said; 'a divorce is a divorce. I do not care to marry and divorce once a week. You were always saying "I will divorce you, I will divorce you." Now it is done. Let it remain.' The woman was struck with grief. 'But I did not know,' she said; 'I was hot-tempered. I was foolish. But now I know. Ah! the house is so lonely! I have but two ears, I have but two eyes, and the house is so large.' But the husband refused again. 'What is done, is done. Marriage is not to be taken off and put on like a jacket. I have made up my mind.' Then he went away, and after a little the woman went away too. She went straight to the big, lonely house, and there she hanged herself. You see, she loved him all the time, but did not know till too late. Men do not often apply for divorce except for very good cause, and with their minds fully made up to obtain it. They do obtain it, of course.