"Fond of 'er I dare say 'E may be. But 'E neglec's 'er."
"You shouldn't say that, either."
"Well, miss, I can't 'elp sayin' it. Wot else is it, when 'E shuts 'imself up with 'is writin' all day long and 'alf the night, and she a-settin' and a-frettin'?"
She looked round the room, apparently recognizing with resentment the scene of Tanqueray's perpetual infidelity.
"But," said Jane, "he'd be away as much if he was in business."
"'Ef 'E was in business there'd be the evenin's to look forward to. And there'd be 'is Saturdays and Sundays. As it is, wot is there for her to look forward to?"
"At any rate she knows he's there."
"It's knowin' that 'E's there wot does it. It's not as if she 'ad a 'ouse to look after, or a little baby to take 'er mind orf of 'im."
"No, it isn't."
A sound of yapping came faintly up from the ground-floor.