“I guess he'd been turning that over in his mind during the three-quarters of an hour. It was his fancy that he knew a bit about women.
“'My name's Mrs. Wrench,' says she; 'and if you take your hat off and stand up while I'm talking to you it will be more what I'm accustomed to.'
“Well, that staggered him a bit; but there didn't seem anything else to be done, so he just made as if he thought it funny, though I doubt if at the time he saw the full humour of it.
“'And now, what do you want?” says she, seating herself in front of her desk, and leaving him standing, first on one leg and then on the other, twiddling his hat in his hands.
“'I've been a bad husband to you, Susan,' begins he.
“'I could have told you that,' she answers. 'What I asked you was what you wanted.'
“'I want for us to let bygones be bygones,' says he.
“'That's quite my own idea,' says she, 'and if you don't allude to the past, I shan't.'
“'You're an angel, Susan,' says he.
“'I've told you once,' answers she, 'that my name's Mrs. Wrench. I'm Susan to my friends, not to every broken-down tramp looking for a job.'