She laid the little thing across her shoulder and went from them without a word.
"He goes like a lamb," said Jane. "A month ago he'd have howled the house down."
"So that's how you've solved your problem?" said Tanqueray, as he closed the door behind Miss Collett.
"Yes. Isn't it simple?"
"Very. But you always were."
From his corner of the fireside lounge, where he seated himself beside her, his eyes regarded her with a grave and dark lucidity. The devil in them was quiet for a time.
"That's a wonderful woman, George," said she.
"Not half so wonderful as you," he murmured. (It was what Brodrick had once said.)
"She's been here exactly two months and—it's incredible—but I've begun another book. I'm almost half through."
His eyes lightened.