Wife changes strategy and initiates direct confrontation

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# Wife changes strategy and initiates direct confrontation ## Overview This segment, titled "Wife changes strategy and initiates direct confrontation," is an excerpt from the short story "[I and My Chimney](arke:01KG6YFYGCYAYC9GHGT2Z086S9)". It spans lines 927-1000 of the source text and details a pivotal conversation between the narrator and his wife regarding the chimney. ## Context The segment is part of the larger short story "[I and My Chimney](arke:01KG6YFYGCYAYC9GHGT2Z086S9)", which is itself contained within the "[Melville](arke:01KG6YCG626JN4FCG8QK17CQCF)" collection, comprising the complete works of Herman Melville. It was extracted from the digital file "[i_and_my_chimney.txt](arke:01KG6YDDFE1YJ2Q37Q9JT1AJVB)". This segment follows "[Wife's renewed efforts and legal threats](arke:01KG6YGBV2FW2YHGN8NHR8MWQV)", where the wife's previous attempts to persuade the narrator had failed, and precedes "[The Wife's Opposition and Mr. Scribe's Investigation](arke:01KG6YGBV25VM3Z4ESS38QCADC)", which continues the narrative of the wife's efforts to investigate the chimney. ## Contents The segment describes an evening scene where the narrator and his wife are sitting by the fire. The wife, having changed her strategy, directly confronts the narrator about the chimney, suggesting there is "something" in it and later asserting the existence of a "secret closet." The conversation is characterized by the wife's persistent questioning and the narrator's evasive and often humorous responses, including his playful association of himself with the chimney. The wife attributes the chimney's smoking to the supposed secret closet and expresses concern about its structural integrity. The segment concludes with the narrator agreeing to send for "Mr. Scribe" for a third time, indicating a continuation of the dispute.

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A few days after, my spouse changed her key. It was nearly midnight, and all were in bed but ourselves, who sat up, one in each chimney-corner; she, needles in hand, indefatigably knitting a sock; I, pipe in mouth, indolently weaving my vapors. It was one of the first of the chill nights in autumn. There was a fire on the hearth, burning low. The air without was torpid and heavy; the wood, by an oversight, of the sort called soggy. “Do look at the chimney,” she began; “can’t you see that something must be in it?” “Yes, wife. Truly there is smoke in the chimney, as in Mr. Scribe’s note.” “Smoke? Yes, indeed, and in my eyes, too. How you two wicked old sinners do smoke!—this wicked old chimney and you.” “Wife,” said I, “I and my chimney like to have a quiet smoke together, it is true, but we don’t like to be called names.” “Now, dear old man,” said she, softening down, and a little shifting the subject, “when you think of that old kinsman of yours, you _know_ there must be a secret closet in this chimney.” “Secret ash-hole, wife, why don’t you have it? Yes, I dare say there is a secret ash-hole in the chimney; for where do all the ashes go to that we drop down the queer hole yonder?” “I know where they go to; I’ve been there almost as many times as the cat.” “What devil, wife, prompted you to crawl into the ash-hole? Don’t you know that St. Dunstan’s devil emerged from the ash-hole? You will get your death one of these days, exploring all about as you do. But supposing there be a secret closet, what then?” “What then? why what should be in a secret closet but—” “Dry bones, wife,” broke in I with a puff, while the sociable old chimney broke in with another. “There again! Oh, how this wretched old chimney smokes,” wiping her eyes with her handkerchief. “I’ve no doubt the reason it smokes so is, because that secret closet interferes with the flue. Do see, too, how the jambs here keep settling; and it’s down hill all the way from the door to this hearth. This horrid old chimney will fall on our heads yet; depend upon it, old man.” “Yes, wife, I do depend on it; yes indeed, I place every dependence on my chimney. As for its settling, I like it. I, too, am settling, you know, in my gait. I and my chimney are settling together, and shall keep settling, too, till, as in a great feather-bed, we shall both have settled away clean out of sight. But this secret oven; I mean, secret closet of yours, wife; where exactly do you suppose that secret closet is?” “That is for Mr. Scribe to say.” “But suppose he cannot say exactly; what, then?” “Why then he can prove, I am sure, that it must be somewhere or other in this horrid old chimney.” “And if he can’t prove that; what, then?” “Why then, old man,” with a stately air, “I shall say little more about it.” “Agreed, wife,” returned I, knocking my pipe-bowl against the jamb, “and now, to-morrow, I will for a third time send for Mr. Scribe. Wife, the sciatica takes me; be so good as to put this pipe on the mantel.”

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Wife changes strategy and initiates direct confrontation