Jane rose.
"You mustn't worry," said she.
"I don't," said Rose. "He hates worryin'."
She looked up again into Jane's face as one beholding the calm face of wisdom.
"You've done me good," said she.
Jane stooped and kissed her. She kissed Tanqueray's wife.
"Do you know," she said, "you are what I thought you would be."
Rose's eyes grew rounder.
"And what's that?"
"Something very sweet and nice."