"There's no harm in gray nose hairs that no one notices. But the crown of the head -- especially for a woman in her youth. That much hair loss on the crown of the head is downright unsightly. You're defective."
"If I'm defective then why'd you marry me? To choose me as your bride then call me defective ..."
"I didn't know. Until this day, I had no idea. If you're so sure of yourself, why didn't you show me your head up front?"
"That's nonsense! Tell me, where on this earth does the bride's head undergo a marriage inspection?"
"I can live with your hair loss, but I wish you were taller. You're shamefully short."
"You knew my height full well at first glance. Did you not accept it when you took me?"
"I did indeed. I accepted it, but I was thinking you'd grow. That's why I took you."
"I was twenty years old -- You think I'm going to put up with this?" The wife tosses aside her needlework and twists round to face him. The look on her face says he'd best start guarding his words.
"There's no law against growing after twenty. I figured I'd take you, feed you well, and you'd grow a bit." The master, in all seriousness, lays out his crackpot logic. Just then the bell sounds out vigorously from the front gate, followed by a vocal greeting. Suzuki has finally made his way, with weeds as his guide, to the humble abode of the eminent, yet still obscure, master Kushami.
The wife, setting aside their quarrel till later, picks up her sewing box and garment and retreats in haste to the living room. The master balls up his gray blanket and tosses it into his study. The maidservant, after some delay, comes in with a calling card. The master, on examining it, and seems a bit unsettled. He instructs the maidservant to see the caller in, even as he marches off to the toilet, calling card in hand. I've no idea why he suddenly headed for the toilet. More curious still is that he would carry the calling card of one Suzuki Tōjūrō into the toilet with him. At any rate, my sympathy goes out to this calling card, compelled to follow him into the stink.