“Ah!” A glint of anger came into Sartwell’s eyes, and his wife looked at him with some uneasiness.
“Mrs. Hope is a woman who goes about doing good. She is much interested in the men at the ‘works,’ and thinks of calling on their wives and families to see for herself how they live. She thinks perhaps something may be done for them.”
“Does she?”
“Yes. She wonders if you are quite patient and tactful with them.”
“And came to find out? You told her, no doubt, that I studied tact from you and was therefore all right as far as that was concerned.”
“I told her the truth,” cried Mrs. Sartwell, hotly.
“Which was——?”
“That you were an obstinate, domineering man who would brook no opposition.”
“You hit the bull’s-eye for once. What did she say?”
“She said she hoped you considered the men’s helpless families.”