dBooks desire

''
``Not I,'' said Mildred loftily.
``Yes, you,'' retorted her mother. ``ANY woman.
EVERY woman. Unless we have money of our own, we all
have trouble with the men about money, sooner or later,
in one way or another. And rich men!--why, it's
notorious that they're always more or less mean about money.
A wife has got to use tact. Why, I even had to use
some tact with your father, and he was as generous a
man as ever lived. Tact--that's a woman's whole life.
You ought to have used tact. You'll go back to him
and use tact.''
``You don't know him, mamma!'' cried Mildred.
``He's a monster. He isn't human.''
Mrs. Presbury drew a long face and said in a sad,
soothing voice: ``Yes, I know, dear. Men are very,
very awful, in some ways, to a nice woman--with
refined, ladylike instincts. It's a great shock to a
pure--''
``Oh, gammon!'' interrupted Mildred. ``Don't be
silly, mother. It isn't worth while for one woman to
talk that kind of thing to another. I didn't fully know
what I was doing when I married a man I didn't love
--a man who was almost repulsive to me.


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