"The horrible and brutal thing about it is that it stops you feeling. It would, you know."
"Would it? I shouldn't have thought it would have made that difference."
"That's just the difference it does make."
He moved impatiently. "You don't know what you're talking about."
"I wouldn't talk about it—only—it's much better that you should know what it is, than that you should think it's what it isn't."
She looked at him. His forehead still displayed a lowering incredulity.
"If you don't believe me, ask George Tanqueray."
"George Tanqueray?"
His nerves felt the shock of the thought that had come to him, just now when he watched her sleep. He had not expected to meet Tanqueray again so soon and in the open.
"How much do you think he cares for poor Rose when he's in the state I'm in?"