But Rose was not at the window. The curtains were drawn across, obviously for the purpose of concealing Rose. A brougham waited before the door.
Jane, as she entered, had a sense of secrecy and disturbance in the house. There was secrecy and disturbance, too, in the manner of the little shabby maid who told her that the doctor was in there with Mrs. Tanqueray.
She was going away when Tanqueray came out of the sitting-room where the doctor was.
"Don't go, Jinny," he said.
She searched his face.
"Oh, George, is anything the matter?"
He raised his eyebrows. His moustache tilted with them, upwards. She recognized the gesture with which he put disagreeable things away from him.
"Oh, dear me, no," he said.
"May I see her—afterwards?"
"Of course you may see her. But"—he smiled—"if you'll come up-stairs you'll see Prothero."