He repeated Mary's words with an indescribable contempt, and his laugh was insulting to a degree; but it went off in a cry of suffering.
"Hypocrisy mustn't be too barefaced," he resumed, when again his torture abated. "I didn't make you stop to amuse me! It's little of that this beastly world has got for me! Come, a better reason for waiting on my wife?"
"That she was kind to me," said Mary, "may be a better reason, but it is not a truer."
"It's more than ever she was to me! What wages does she give you?"
"We have not spoken about that yet, sir."
"You haven't had any?"
"I haven't wanted any yet."
"Then what the deuce ever made you come to this house?"
"I hoped to be of some service to Mrs. Redmain," said Mary, growing troubled.
"And you ain't of any? Is that why you don't want wages?"