"They were sick of the whole thing; they couldn't see that the strike had brought them closer to victory."
She leaned forward, lips parted in the old bewitching way, her brown eyes radiant. "Did your father arrange that?"
"He's strong on family."
"It was a shame."
"I meant more than that.... My savage report as mining inspector.... Then—with you."
Her head remained averted.
"Maybe you'd rather I wouldn't mention that——"
Gradually she faced him. "I think I understand that ... too. You're not worse than most husbands.... Only, I wish you'd finished sowing your wild oats before your marriage."
"I felt——"
"You see how it is, Pelham," she explained as gravely as to a little child. "You had to choose between me, and other women. You made your choice."