— 7 —Susan, who had been confused and silly during dinner began to weep as soon as she was alone in the garden room with Mrs. Sacret. “You see how detestable Mrs. George Rue is?” she complained. “She only comes here to torment me! You heard how she sneered and showed me up! And Martin supported her!”
“Yes,” agreed Mrs. Sacret. “And I don’t understand how you endure it. Why don’t you display some spirit? You have some of your own money—and you could make your husband give you what he invested for you—”
“I should never dare to ask him!” sobbed Susan.
“Instruct your lawyer, dear.”
“Oh, that would mean a shocking quarrel!”
“As for that—isn’t it a quarrel, now?”
“Oh, not like that would be! Martin doesn’t scold so when his mother stays away and when he hasn’t just seen her—”
Mrs. Sacret
