“Do you mean to say she has been giving Clare these pestilential things?”
“I saw her bring them here,” said Mrs. Hey-wood.
“Well, they shan’t stay here.”
Herbert went to the fireplace and took up the tongs. Then he picked up the pamphlets as though they might bite and tossed them into the flames.
“Beastly things! Burn, won’t you?”
He gave them a savage poke, deeper into the fire, and watched them smolder and then break into flame.
“Pestilential nonsense!... That’s a good deed done, anyhow!”
Mrs. Heywood was rather scared.
“I am afraid Clare will be very angry.”
“Angry! I shall give her a piece of my mind. She had no right to conceal these things.” He spoke with dignity. “It isn’t honorable.”