You see, there's no privacy here. There's just these portieres between the two rooms at night. He stalks through the rooms in his underwear at night. And I have to ask him to close the bathroom door. That sort of commonness isn't necessary. You probably wonder why I don't move out. Well, I’ll tell you frankly. A teacher's salary is barely sufficient for her living-expenses. I didn't save a penny last year and so. I had to come here for the summer. That's why I have to put up with my sister's husband. And he has to put up with me, apparently so much against his wishes… Surely he must have told you how much he hates me!