"What do you sometimes think?"
"That she hates him."
"Nonsense."
"I know she did at first; I don't wonder that she makes him pay now.
It's according to her code and the code of this business."
"I can't believe she—dislikes him."
"He may have won her finally, but at first she refused his gifts, refused even to meet him."
"She had scruples?"
"No more than the rest of us, I presume. She gave her two weeks' notice because he annoyed her; but before the time was up Bergman took a hand. He sent for her one evening, and when she went down there was Mr. Hammon, too. When she came up-stairs she was hysterical. She cried and laughed and cursed—it was terrible."
"Curious," murmured the man, staring at the object of their controversy. "What did she say?"
"Oh, nothing connected. She called him every kind of a monster, accused him of every crime from murder to—"