Why should it?
Is a boy's digestion improved by turning him loose into a confectioner's shop?
And thus the contrast between what he chose to call Valencia's sympathy, and Lucia's want of sympathy, made him, unfortunately, all the more cross to her when they were alone; and who could blame the poor little woman for saying one night, angrily enough: "Ah, yes! Valencia,--Valencia is imaginative--Valencia understands you--Valencia sympathises--Valencia thinks ...

Valencia has no children to wash and dress, no accounts to keep, no linen to mend--Valencia's back does not ache all day long, so that she would be glad enough to lie on the sofa from morning till night, if she was not forced to work whether she can work or not.

No, no; don't kiss me, for kisses will not make up for injustice, Elsley.

I only trust that you will not tempt me to hate my own sister.

No: don't talk to me now, let me sleep if I can sleep; and go and walk and talk sentiment with Valencia to-morrow, and leave the poor little brood hen to sit on her nest, and be despised." And refusing all Elsley's entreaties for pardon, she sulked herself to sleep.
Who can blame her?
If there is one thing more provoking than another to a woman, it is to see her husband Strass-engel, Haus-teufel, an angel of courtesy to every woman but herself; to see him in society all smiles and good stories, the most amiable and self-restraining of men; perhaps to be complimented on his agreeableness: and to know all the while that he is penning up all the accumulated ill-temper of the day, to let it out on her when they get home; perhaps in the very carriage as soon as it leaves the door.