“What are you two plotting?” asked Mrs. Trafton, coming across to the fireplace.
“Charity,” said Jack, meekly.
“Your wife was here this morning to get me to go and see some of her friends in Hester Street.”
“You went?”
“Not today. It's awfully interesting, but I've been.”
“Edith seems to be devoted to that sort of thing,” remarked Miss Tavish.
“Yes,” said Jack, slowly, “she's got the idea that sympathy is better than money; she says she wants to try to understand other people's lives.”
“Goodness knows, I'd like to understand my own.”
“And were you trying, Mr. Delancy, to persuade Miss Tavish into that sort of charity?”
“Oh dear, no,” said Jack; “I was trying to interest the East End in something, for the benefit of Miss Tavish.”