“I’ll go,” said Jenny.
“Unprotected? No.”
“Cook shall come with me.”
“Two women!”
“Nevil, if you care a little for me, be good, be kind, submit.”
“He is half an hour behind dinner-time, and he’s never late. Something must have happened to him. Way for me, my dear girl.”
She stood firm between him and the door. It came to pass that she stretched her hands to arrest him, and he seized the hands.
“Rather than you should go out in this cold weather, anything!” she said, in the desperation of physical inability to hold him back.
“Ah!” Beauchamp crossed his arms round her. “I’ll wait for five minutes.”
One went by, with Jenny folded, broken and sobbing, senseless, against his breast.