She seemed to have a glimpse of her husband's separate life in the town--masculine haunts and habits of which she knew nothing and would always know nothing. And the large existence of the male made her envious.
"Going to see him now?"
"Well, yes." George smiled roguishly.
"What shall you say to him?"
"What can I say to him? No business of mine, you know, except that we've lost a decent servant. But I expect that's Sarah's fault. She's no use whatever with servants, now, Sarah isn't."
"I shall never speak to Mr. Boutwood again!" Hilda exclaimed almost passionately.
"Oh, but--"
"His behaviour is simply scandalous. It's really wicked. A man like him!"
George put his lips out deprecatingly. "You may depend she asked for it," he said.
"What?"