If we have no children, it'll be all right.' Rolfe meditated for a moment.
'You remember that fellow Wager--the man you met at Abbott's?
His wife died a year ago, and now he has bolted, leaving his two children in a lodging-house.' 'What a damned scoundrel!' cried Hugh, with a note of honest indignation.
'Well, yes; but there's something to be said for him.

It's a natural revolt against domestic bondage.

Of course, as things are, someone else has to bear the bother and expense; but that's only our state of barbarism.

A widower with two young children and no income--imagine the position.

Of course, he ought to be able to get rid of them in some legitimate way--state institution--anything you like that answers to reason.' 'I don't know whether it would work.' 'Some day it will.