"Taking a woman's lawful wedded 'usband——" began Mrs. Bindle, when she was interrupted by Mrs. Brunger.
"Here, come in," she cried, mindful that inside the house only those on either side could hear, whereas on the doorstep their conversation would be the property of the whole street.
Mrs. Bindle followed Mrs. Brunger into the parlour. For a moment the two women were silent, whilst Mrs. Brunger found the matches, lighted the gas, and lowered the blind.
"Now, what's the matter with you? What's your trouble?" demanded Mrs. Brunger, with suppressed passion. "Out with it."
"I want my 'usband," repeated Mrs. Bindle, a little taken aback by the fierceness of the onslaught.
"An' what have I got to do with your husband, I should like to know?"
"He's here. You're encouraging him, leading him away from——" Mrs. Bindle paused.
"Leadin' him away from what?" demanded Mrs. Brunger.
"From me!"
"Leadin' him away, am I?—leadin' him away, I think you said?" Mrs. Brunger placed a hand on either hip and thrust her face forward, causing Mrs. Bindle involuntarily to start back.