"You will remember that you promised me while I was abroad to live here and look after the house. I arranged money affairs with you, and other affairs, upon that basis. But it appears that during the four years I was away you were here altogether, at different times, about three months. Yet you made me believe you were here; if I remember right, you dated your letters from here. And of course, in four years, an old house that is totally neglected goes to the bad." "Who has been telling you such falsehoods?" cried Lady Tressady. "I was here a great deal more than that--a great deal more!" But the scarlet colour, do what she would, was dyeing her still delicate skin, and her eyes alternately obstinate and shuffling, tried to take themselves out of the range of George's. As for George, as he stood there coolly smoking, he was struck--or, rather, the critical mind in him was struck--by a sudden perception of the meanness of aspect which sordid cares of the kind his mother was now plunged in can give to the human face. He felt the rise of a familiar disgust. How many scenes of ugly battle over money matters could he not remember in his boyhood between his father and mother! And later--in India--what things he had known women do for money or dress! He thought scornfully of a certain intriguing lady of his acquaintance at Madras--who had borrowed money of him--to whom he had given ball-dresses; and of another, whose selfish extravagance had ruined one of the best of men. Did all women tend to be of this make, however poetic might be their outward seeming? Aloud, he said quietly, in answer to his mother's protest: "I think you will find that is about accurate. I mention it merely to show you how it is that I find myself now plunged in so many expenses. And, now, doesn't it strike you as a _little_ hard that I should be called upon to strip and cripple myself still further--_not_ to give my wife the comforts and conveniences I long to give her, but to pay such debts as those?" Involuntarily he struck his hand on the papers lying in the chair where he had been sitting. Lady Tressady, too, rose from her seat. "George, if you are going to be _violent_ towards your mother, I had better go," she said, with an attempt at dignity. "I suppose Letty has been gossiping with her servants about me. Oh! I knew what to expect!" cried Lady Tressady, gathering up fan and handkerchief from the sofa behind her with a hand that shook. "I always said from the beginning that she would set you against me! She has never treated me as--as a daughter--never! And that is my weakness--I must be cared for--I must be treated with--with tenderness." "I wouldn't give way, mother, if I were you," said George, quite unmoved by the show of tears. "I think, if you will reflect upon it, that it is Letty and I who have the most cause to give way. If you will allow me, I will go and have a talk with her. I believe she is sitting in the garden."