Mrs. Tailleur turned to him though she had not heard him.
"What have I done? What harm could I do the little thing?"
"What have you done?" It was hard for him to follow the workings of her mind. "You don't mean to say you minded that?"
"Yes, I minded. I minded awfully."
"That dreadful woman?"
"Do you think she really was dreadful?"
"Quite terrible."
"I don't know. I suppose," she said, "they're all like that. Yet they can't all be dreadful."
Lucy laughed. He couldn't see her point. "I don't understand who 'they' are."
"The women who are—the women who've got children."