“Oh, a little mixing with decent society will soon soften all that you notice.”
“No, it will not, my dear. He drinks too much.”
Gertrude sighed.
“He gambles.”
Gertrude started.
“And he seems to have found a congenial spirit in that Mr Saul Harrington.”
Gertrude shook her head sadly.
“I’m a matter-of-fact woman, my dear, and I speak out sometimes, and I’m going to speak out now. I hate Mr Saul Harrington, and you’d better take a few lessons from me, and hate him too.”
Gertrude looked at her in a bewildered way.
“Oh, come, that won’t do; you are going to marry Mr George?”