Cartwright's look got keen and he began to note his wife's remarks.
"Do you imply Barbara's getting fond of the fellow ?" he asked.
"I am afraid of something like that," Mrs.Cartwright admitted.

"In a way, one hesitates to meddle; sometimes meddling does harm, and, of course, if Barbara really loved the young man--" She paused and gave Cartwright a sentimental smile.

"After all, I married for love, and a number of my friends did not approve." Cartwright grunted.

He had married Clara because she was rich, but it was something to his credit that she had not suspected this.

Clara was dull, and her dullness often amused him.
"If you think it necessary, I won't hesitate about meddling," he remarked.