Cobb struck at her husband's conscience by referring
him to his lightermen. She continued -
"And you know what she is as well as I do, and if she'd been respectable
you'd have been rude to her, as you generally are."
"You bought that last new gown of her, and you never had one as fitted
you so well."
"What's that got to do with it? You may be sure I knew my place when I
went there. Fit? Yes, it did fit; them sort of women, it stands to
reason, are just the women to fit you."
Mr. Cobb was silent. He was a mild man, and he knew by much experience
how unprofitable controversy with Mrs. Cobb was. He could not forget
Mrs. Fairfax's stooping figure when she was about to pick up the bill.
She caused in all the Langborough males an unaccustomed quivering and
warmth, the same in each, physical, perhaps, but salutary, for the
monotony of life was relieved thereby and a deference and even a grace
were begotten which did not usually distinguish Langborough manners.
Not one of Mrs. Fairfax's admirers, however, could say that she showed
any desire for conversation with him, nor could any direct evidence be
obtained as to what she thought of things in general.
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