“Of course they are different, though it was apparently only over a matter of practical administration that we fought.” Eppie drew a long breath, opening her eyes. “I shall stay on here this spring—I usually go to my cousin Alicia for the season. But one can’t expect things to go as one wants them unless one keeps one’s hand on the engine most of the time. She has almost a right to consider me a meddling outsider, I suppose. I shall stay on till the end of the summer.”
“And smash Miss Grey?”
Eppie, aware of his amusement, turned an unresentful glance upon him.
“No, don’t think me merely brutally dominant. I really like her. I only want to use her to the best advantage.”
At this he broke into a laugh. “Not brutally dominant, I know; but I’m sorry for Miss Grey.”
“Miss Grey can well take care of herself, I assure you.”
“What else has gone wrong?”
Again Eppie chose something less wrong to show him. “The factory where some of my club-girls work has shut down half of its machinery. There will be a great deal of suffering. And we have pulled them above a flippant acceptance of state relief.”
“And because you have pulled them up, they are to suffer more?”