"I'm sorry to hear that," said Tanqueray.
"Is anybody ill?" said Rose. She was always interested in anybody who was ill.
"Only Hambleby," said Tanqueray.
"Who's he?" said Rose.
"The man Jinny's in love with."
Rose was shocked at this violation of the holy privacies. She looked reprovingly at Tanqueray.
"Is your tea as you like it?" she inquired, with tact, to make it more comfortable for Jane.
"I'm going to smoke," said Tanqueray. "Will you come to my den, Jinny, and talk about Hambleby?"
Rose looked as if positively she couldn't believe her ears. But it was at Jane that she looked, not at Tanqueray.
"No," said Jinny. "I don't want to talk about Hambleby. I want to talk to your wife."