Char rewarded her with a melancholy smile.
"At the office there are the telegrams, and the telephone messages, and endless interviews to deal with as well. I don't think I ever get a consecutive hour's time there to deal with the correspondence without interruption. Now, all these letters which you see here could—"
Joanna interrupted the Director of the Midland Supply Depôt without ceremony.
"I want you to tell me, Char, why you want that nice little Superintendent of yours to leave the Hostel. The staff there is in despair."
Char suddenly sat upright.
"That is a purely official matter, and it's disgraceful that there should have been gossip about it already."
"But why have you dismissed her?"
"Because she is quite inadequate to fill the post of Hostel Superintendent. I was there myself, and I never was in a worse-managed or more uncomfortable establishment in my life."
"I can quite believe it, my dear, but I'm inclined to think—and Grace, who knows more about it than I do, agrees with me—that she's never had a fair chance of running it properly."
"I don't propose to discuss the matter with my secretary, mother."