'What has he got against me?' and Lord Chadwick looked at Mrs. Lahens.
'About me!' he repeated, 'Nonsense.'
'I don't mean that he's jealous, but he thinks that we should not continue to see one another.'
'Does he give any reason?'
'Agnes is coming home to-day. I shall have to take her into society. He says that society will not stand it, unless our relations are broken off.'
'Society has stood it for the last seven years; society will stand anything except the Divorce Court, and there's no danger of that.'
'The Major's very queer. I don't know what's the matter with him; I never saw him go on as he did this morning. He says that the girl shall not be sacrificed if he can help it.'
'You don't think he'll make a row, do you?'
'Are you afraid?'
'Of what? For your sake I shouldn't like a row. Afraid of a madman like that! But he can do nothing. I don't see what he can do.'
'That's what he said himself. He says he can do nothing—you should have seen him walking up and down the room, dressed in a suit of clothes out of a rag shop, yellow-grey things two sizes too big for him; he has to roll up the ends of the trousers. He had no collar on, and to keep his neck warm he had tied an old pink scarf round his throat. He couldn't walk either way above a couple of yards, for the roof slants down almost to the floor; he knocked his head against the roof, but he did not mind, he went on talking, half to me, half to himself.'