I might
not be here, for one thing."
By exercise of great self-control Mr. Widden checked the obvious retort
and walked doggedly in the rear of Miss Foster. Then, hardly able to
believe his ears, he heard her say something to Mr. Letts.
"Eh?" said that gentleman, in amazed accents.
"You fall behind," said Miss Foster.
"That--that's not the way to talk to the head of the family," said Mr.
Letts, feebly.
"It's the way I talk to him," rejoined the girl.
It was a position for which Mr. Letts was totally unprepared, and the
satisfied smile of Mr. Widden as he took the vacant place by no means
improved matters. In a state of considerable dismay Mr. Letts dropped
farther and farther behind until, looking up, he saw Miss Foster,
attended by her restive escort, quietly waiting for him. An odd look in
her eyes as they met his gave him food for thought for the rest of the
evening.
At the end of what Mr. Letts was pleased to term a month's trial, Mr.
Widden was still unable to satisfy him as to his fitness for the position
of brother-in-law. In a spirit of gloom he made suggestions of a
mutinous nature to Mr. Green, but that gentleman, who had returned one
day pale and furious, but tamed, from an interview that related to his
treatment of his wife, held out no hopes of assistance.
"I wash my hands of him," he said bitterly.
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