BARTHWICK. And I suppose he takes all your money?
MRS. JONES. No, sir, he's very good about my money, except when he's not himself, and then, of course, he treats me very badly.
BARTHWICK. Now what is he—your husband?
MRS. JONES. By profession, sir, of course he's a groom.
BARTHWICK. A groom! How came he to lose his place?
MRS. JONES. He lost his place a long time ago, sir, and he's never had a very long job since; and now, of course, the motor-cars are against him.
BARTHWICK. When were you married to him, Mrs. Jones?
MRS. JONES. Eight years ago, sir that was in——
MRS. BARTHWICK. [Sharply.] Eight? You said the eldest child was nine.
MRS. JONES. Yes, ma'am; of course that was why he lost his place. He did n't treat me rightly, and of course his employer said he couldn't keep him because of the example.