“She’d be crazy if she did. But what made her let you think so?”
“She’s—she’s simply that sort; goes off the hooks too.”
“Oh! So there’ll be a pair of you.”
“I’m afraid so.”
“That’ll be bloody murder, won’t it? Momma was that way with Judson Flack. Hammer and tongs—the both of them—till I took her in hand, and––”
“And what happened then?”
“She calmed down and—and died.”
“So that it didn’t do her much good, did it?”
“It did her that much good that she died. Death was better than the way she was livin’ with Judson Flack—and it wasn’t always his fault. I do’ wanta defend him, but momma got so that if he did have a quiet spell she’d go and stir him up. There’s not much hope for two married people that lives like that, do you think?”