“Oh, fully.”
“Then why do you go on? Isn’t it enough—aren’t you satisfied?”
“With the effect they have produced?”
“With the effect you have produced—on your family and on the whole of New York. With the slur on poor Papa’s memory.”
“Papa left me the pictures, Sarah Anne.”
“Yes. But not to make yourself a mountebank about them.”
Lewis considered this impartially. “Are you sure? Perhaps, on the contrary, he did it for that very reason.”
“Oh, don’t heap more insults on our father’s memory! Things are bad enough without that. How your wife can allow it I can’t see. Do you ever consider the humiliation to her?”
Lewis gave another dry smile. “She’s used to being humiliated. The Kents accustomed her to that.”
Sarah Anne reddened. “I don’t know why I should stay to be spoken to in this way. But I came with my husband’s approval.”