"All of them, probably. They're all in there."
"It's preposterous. They don't care what they do to you themselves; they bore you brutally; they tire you till you're sick; they hand you on to each other, to be worried and torn to pieces; and they drag you from anybody who does you good. They don't let you have five minutes' pleasure, Jinny, or five minutes' peace. Good Lord, what a family!"
"Anyhow, it's my family."
"It isn't. You haven't got a family; you never had and you never will have. They don't belong to you, and you don't belong to any of them, and you know it——"
She rose. "All the same, I'm going to them," she said. "And that reminds me, how's Rose?"
"Perfectly well, I believe."
"It's ages since I saw Rose. Tell her—tell her that I'm coming to see her."
"When?" he said.
"Some day next week."
"Sunday?"