“What institution?”
“At Homes.”
“Don’t talk rubbish, Clare,” said Herbert angrily; “you know I have them for your sake.”
Clare laughed bitterly, as though she had heard a rather painful joke.
“For my sake! Oh, that is good!”
Herbert was distracted by a new cause of grievance as a tremendous puff of smoke came out of the fire-grate.
“What in the name of a thousand devils——”
“It’s that awful fire again!” cried Mrs. Hey-wood. “These flats seem to have no chimneys.”
“It’s nothing to do with the flat,” said Herbert. “It’s that fool Mollie. The girl doesn’t know how to light a decent fire!”
He rang the bell furiously, keeping his finger on the electric knob.