“Charlie can’t abide him,” said Mrs. Cressler. “Funny, isn’t it what prejudices men have? Charlie always speaks of him as though he were a higher order of glazier. Curtis Jadwin seems to like him.⁠ ⁠… What do you think of him, Laura⁠—of Mr. Jadwin?”

“I don’t know,” she answered, looking vaguely into the fire. “I thought he was a strong man⁠—mentally I mean, and that he would be kindly and⁠—and⁠—generous. Somehow,” she said, musingly, “I didn’t think he would be the sort of man that women would take to, at first⁠—but then I don’t know. I saw very little of him, as I say. He didn’t impress me as being a woman’s man.”