with Lindau's opinions; he thought his remedy for existing evils as
wildly impracticable as Colonel Woodburn's.  But while he thought this,
and while he could justly blame Fulkerson for Lindau's presence at
Dryfoos's dinner, which his zeal had brought about in spite of March's
protests, still he could not rid himself of the reproach of uncandor with
Lindau.  He ought to have told him frankly about the ownership of the
magazine, and what manner of man the man was whose money he was taking.
But he said that he never could have imagined that he was serious in his
preposterous attitude in regard to a class of men who embody half the
prosperity of the country; and he had moments of revolt against his own
humiliation before Lindau, in which he found it monstrous that he should
return Dryfoos's money as if it had been the spoil of a robber.  His wife
agreed with him in these moments, and said it was a great relief not to
have that tiresome old German coming about.  They had to account for his
absence evasively to the children, whom they could not very well tell
that their father was living on money that Lindau disdained to take, even
though Lindau was wrong and their father was right.  This heightened Mrs.
March's resentment toward both Lindau and Dryfoos, who between them had
placed her husband in a false position.  If anything, she resented
Dryfoos's conduct more than Lindau's.  He had never spoken to March about