But men are men.

Very few men spare a woman when the mad fit is on her.

A little woman-pretty little woman!--wife to Jacob Blathenoy! She mustn't at her age have any close choosing--under her hand.

And Dartrey's just the figure to strike a spark in a tinder-box head.' 'With a husband who'd reduce Minerva's to tinder, after a month of him!' 'He spent his honeymoon at his place at Wrensham; told me so.' Blathenoy had therefore then heard of the building of Lakelands by the Victor Radnor of the City; and had then, we guess--in the usual honeymoon boasting of a windbag with his bride--wheezed the foul gossip, to hide his emptiness and do duty for amusement of the pretty little caged bird.
Probably so.

But Victor knew that Blathenoy needed him and feared him.