"Yes, you will," retorted Mr. Trupp.
Mrs. Trupp answered nothing for a time.
"I shall go round to see her," she said at last with determination.
"You won't move her," the Doctor answered, grimly cheerful.
"No," said Mrs. Trupp. "She hasn't got a heart. As Mr. Pigott says, she's hard as the nether millstone in a frost."
Mr. Trupp put down his coffee-cup and licked his lips like a cat.
"My dear," he said, "you haven't been through her mill."
"Perhaps not," the other answered warmly. "But I am a mother."
The sympathetic creature, all love and pity, was as good as her word.
Mrs. Trupp was always full of indignation against Mrs. Caspar when away from her, and in her presence touched by the tragedy of the woman's loneliness.