On the way home, we walked in silence for several blocks. Then Sensei suddenly spoke. "I've done a bad thing. I left in anger, and my wife must be worried. A woman's lot, when I think of it, cannot be easy. My wife has no one in this world but me."
Sensei stopped speaking, but he seemed to expect no response. Shortly, he continued on. "Not to imply that a husband is entirely self-reliant. That would be a bit presumptuous. Tell me, how do I appear to you? Do you see me as self-possessed, or do I strike you as insecure?"
"Somewhere in between," I replied. This answer caught Sensei a little off guard. He said no more, and we walked on in silence.
The way back toward Sensei's house led us past my lodgings. We came to my corner, but I felt it improper to part from him there. "Let me accompany you on your way," I offered.
With an immediate wave of his hand, he declined. "It's already late, go on home. I need to get home too, for my wife's sake."
With those final words from Sensei, "for my wife's sake," a warm glow rose in my heart. Because of those words, I was able to return home and rest easy. For a long while thereafter, "for my wife's sake," remained in my mind.
The discord between Sensei and his wife, I knew, was of no real consequence. My continued visits to their home only served to confirm my supposition that such instances were, indeed, rare. In fact, Sensei once divulged to me the following.