Their early conversations were about Susan Burnet’s business and the general condition of things in that world of upholsterers’ young women in which Susan had lived until she perceived the possibilities of a “connexion,” and set up for herself. And the condition of things in that world, as Susan described it, brought home to Lady Harman just how sheltered and limited her own upbringing had been. “It isn’t right,” said Susan, “the way they send girls out with fellers into empty houses. Naturally the men get persecuting them. They don’t seem hardly able to help it, some of them, and I will say this for them, that a lot of the girls go more than half way with them, leading them on. Still there’s a sort of man won’t leave you alone. One I used to be sent out with and a married man too he was, Oh!—he used to give me a time. Why I’ve bit his hands before now, bit hard, before he’d leave go of me. It’s my opinion the married men are worse than the single. Bolder they are. I pushed him over a scuttle once and he hit his head against a bookcase. I was fair frightened of him. ‘You little devil,’ he says; ‘I’ll be even with you yet....’ Oh! I’ve been called worse things than that.... Of course a respectable girl gets through with it, but it’s trying and to some it’s a sort of temptation....” “I should have thought,” reflected Lady Harman, “you could have told someone.” “It’s queer,” said Susan; “but it never seemed to me the sort of thing a girl ought to go telling. It’s a kind of private thing. And besides, it isn’t exactly easy to tell.... I suppose the Firm didn’t want to be worried by complaints and disputes about that sort of thing. And it isn’t always easy to say just which of the two is to blame.” “But how old are the girls they send out?” asked Lady Harman. “Some’s as young as seventeen or eighteen. It all depends on the sort of work that’s wanted to be done....” “Of course a lot of them have to marry....”