"And there's a kiddie?"
"Anna—yes."
"Well, now." Mrs. Chancellor straightened in her chair, set her cup down on a nearby table. "I take it the gell was the injured one, eh?" said she.
Jim was a little surprised to find himself enjoying this cross-examination immensely.
"Well—no. She had no definite cause to feel injured," he said. "We quarrelled, and I came away in a hurry—"
"What, after a first quarrel?"
"No—o. It had been going on a long time."
"Is the cause of it still existing?" Mrs. Chancellor asked in a businesslike way, after a pause.
"Well—yes."
"Can't be removed, eh? It's not religion?"