“Why don't you get your wife to take an interest in our work?”
To Stephen this question was naturally both unexpected and annoying, one's wife being the last person he wished to interest in other people's movements. He kept his head.
“Ah well!” he said, “we haven't all got a talent for that sort of thing.”
The voice of Mr. Purcey travelled suddenly across the room.
“Do tell me! How do you go to work to worm things out of them?”
Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace, prone to laughter, bubbled.
“Oh, that is such a delicious expression, Mr. Purcey! I almost think we ought to use it in our Report. Thank you!”
Mr. Purcey bowed. “Not at all!” he said.
Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace turned again to Stephen.
“We have our trained inquirers. That is the advantage of Societies such as ours; so that we don't personally have the unpleasantness. Some cases do baffle everybody. It's such very delicate work.”