“I thought you’d be only too glad to let me have her,” she sneered.
“Why did you think that?” asked Mr. Meredith quietly.
“Because nobody ever supposed you cared anything about any of your children,” retorted Mrs. Davis contemptuously. “You neglect them scandalously. It is the talk of the place. They aren’t fed and dressed properly, and they’re not trained at all. They have no more manners than a pack of wild Indians. You never think of doing your duty as a father. You let a stray child come here among them for a fortnight and never took any notice of her—a child that swore like a trooper I’m told. YOU wouldn’t have cared if they’d caught small-pox from her.