“Charlotte,” Consul Wayland said again, “you know what your father always said about losing your temper.” “He did say that. He also said that he should have had a son,” Charlotte replied bitterly. “If he had—if I were a man—would you have treated me as you just did?” Henry put his hand on his wife’s shoulder, murmuring something, but she shook it off. Her large, hurt brown eyes were on the Consul. “And how did I just treat you?” he asked. “As if I were a child, a little girl who needed scolding.”
1800's times are evil to women. Let my girl charlotte breathe for a moment please?
