“Has that woman been long with you?” Gabriel asked, when the door had closed again.
“A few months.”
“I suppose she is intensely respectable?”
“She is preferable to the other,” said Joan, with a sigh. “I wonder if there are many such women in the world?”
“As Mrs. Primmer?”
“Yes.”
“Thousands, unfortunately.”
“I think a woman with a soul of ice is the most terrible thing earth can show.”
“Malice incarnate, sharp of beak and red of claw.”
“Do most people always seem bent on thinking the worst they can of their fellows?”