Well, she found out almost directly, like a good many other people, that she'd made an utter mistake." Barbara came a little closer.
"What was the man like ?" "Not bad in his way, but one of those narrow, conscientious pig-headed fellows who make the most trying kind of husband--bone egoistic.

A parson of that type has no chance at all.

Every mortal thing he has to do or say helps him to develop his worst points.

The wife of a man like that's no better than a slave.

She began to show the strain of it at last; though she's the sort who goes on till she snaps.