"So I've got you at last, have I? Say, this is a pretty chase you've led
me! Do you know I've had to desert my post as president of the Great
Amalgamated Meeting of the Free Women of the West to come and look after
you two? Do you know that three thousand women had to listen to a
substitute last Thursday?--and after I'd spent two months getting my facts
for them! Do you know that you're the laughing-stock of Okata?"
"No one asked you to come, mother," Eve remarked with a sigh.
"Asked me to come, indeed!" the newcomer retorted. "Look at you both! I've
heard all about your doings. This gentleman by my side has told me a few
things. I'll talk to you presently, young woman. But say, is there
anywhere on the face of this earth such a miserable, addle-headed lunatic
as that man whom it's my misfortune to call my husband?"
She shook her fist at Mr. Bundercombe, who seemed to have become still
smaller. Then she looked at me, and at Reggie, who was standing with his
mouth wide open. She fixed upon us as her audience.
"Look at him!" she went on, stretching out her hands. "There's a
respectable American for you! For thirty years he works as a man should--
for it's what a man's made for--and thanks to his wife's help and advice
he prospers.
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