‘I expect it’s a bit difficult for you to understand,’ he answered; ’but you must remember you’re in a democratic district.  You told me once you knew Exeter.  Well, this isn’t a cathedral town.  It’s about a century in front of any cathedral town in the world.  Why, my good sir, there’s practically no such thing as class distinction here.  Both my grandfathers were working potters.  Colclough’s father was a joiner who finished up as a builder.  If Colclough makes money and chooses to go to Paris and get the best motor-car he can, why in Hades shouldn’t his wife ride in it?  If he is fond of music and can play like the devil, that isn’t his sister-in-law’s fault, is it?  His wife was a dressmaker, at least she was a dressmaker’s assistant.  If she suits him, what’s the matter?’

‘But I never suggested—­’

‘Excuse me,’ he stopped me, speaking with careful and slightly exaggerated calmness, ’I think you did.  If the difference in the situations of the two sisters didn’t strike you as very extraordinary, what did you mean?’

‘And isn’t it extraordinary?’ I demanded.

‘It wouldn’t be considered so in any reasonable society,’ he insisted.  ’The fact is, my good sir, you haven’t yet quite got rid of Exeter.  I do believe this place will do you good.  Why, damn it!  Colclough didn’t marry both sisters.  You think he might keep the other sister?  Well, he might.  But suppose his wife had half-a-dozen sisters, should he keep them all!  I can tell you we’re just like the rest of the world, we find no difficulty whatever in spending all the money we make.  I dare say Colclough would be ready enough to keep his sister-in-law.  I’ve never asked him.  But I’m perfectly certain that his sister-in-law wouldn’t be kept.  Not much!  You don’t know these women down here, my good sir.  She’s earned her living at one thing or another all her life, and I reckon she’ll keep on earning it till she drops.  She is, without exception, the most exasperating female I ever came across, and that’s saying something; but I will give her that credit:  she’s mighty independent.’

‘How exasperating?’ I asked, surprised to hear this from him.

’I don’t know.  But she is.  If she was my wife I should kill her one night.  Don’t you know what I mean?’

‘Yes, I quite agree with you,’ I said.  ’But you seemed to be awfully good friends with her.’

’No use being anything else.  No woman that it ever pleased Providence to construct is going to frighten me away from the draught Burton that you can get at the Tiger.  Besides, she can’t help it.  She was born like that.’

‘She talks quite ordinarily,’ I remarked.

’Oh!  It isn’t what she says, particularly.  It’s her.  Either you like her or you don’t like her.  Now Colclough thinks she’s all right.  In fact, he admires her.’

‘There’s one thing,’ I said, ‘she jolly nearly cried tonight.’