When he came back he found Jane in the library, sitting up for him. She was excited and a little flushed.
"So you've had your talk, have you?" she said.
"Yes."
He came to her and put his hands on her forehead.
"Look here. You ought to have gone to bed."
She took his hand and drew him to her.
"Henry doesn't think I'm any good," she said.
"Henry's very fond of you."
She shook her head.
"To Henry I'm nothing but a highly interesting neurotic. He watches me as if he were on the look-out for some abnormal manifestation, with that delightful air he has of never being surprised at anything, as if he could calculate the very moment."