There was no gainsaying that, he would say to
himself. Insolence, insubordination grew apace. Once Frederick, in the
heat of passion over a well-deserved rebuke, called him a "damned old
fool."
Moreover, was he doing right by Mrs. Bingle? Was it possible that she
might never come back to him who loved her more than he could have
loved even a child of his own? Would he be the one to blame?
And so it came about that he finally consented to listen to the
suggestions of the cold and unemotional Mrs. Force.
The wife of the president of the bank was the sort of person who gets
into the newspapers by all the hooks and crooks known to her sex. To
begin with, she made charity a business. As Chairman of two or three
organizations declaring for the betterment of society, high and low,
she was quoted on nearly every question that came up for discussion in
the public prints. She recognised the advantage in her day of being an
anti-suffragist. She saw the value of associating herself with the
movement to create and maintain a bureau for the distribution of high
class literature among low class readers, and she belonged to a
society which elevated the stage by giving Sunday night dress
rehearsals for the benefit of destitute millionaires.
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