human
) had been arranged by himself, even to small details,--and well arranged. Everyone admitted that he had a talent for interiors. The house was complete before she ever saw it, and he had been responsible for it. He was not the ordinary inexperienced ignorant husband who
gpt
Interiors mattered to him; they influenced his daily happiness. The woman had clearly failed to appreciate the sacredness of the _status quo_. He appreciated it himself, and never altered anything without consulting her and definitely announcing his intention to alter. She probably didn’t care a fig for the _status quo_. Her conduct was inexcusable. It was an attack on vital principles. It was an outrage. Doubtless, in her scorn for the _status quo_, she imagined that he would accept the _fait accompli_. She was mistaken. With astounding energy he set to work to restore the _status quo ante_. The vigour with which he dragged and pushed an innocent elephantine piano was marvellous. In less than five minutes not a trace remained of the _fait accompli_. He thought:
human
This is a queer start for a musical evening!