"She couldn't."
"Couldn't? She'll get a 'old before you know where you are."
"But," said Jane quietly, "I do know where I am."
"Not," Rose insisted, "when you're away, writin'."
Tanqueray saw Jane's face flush and whiten. He looked at Rose.
"You don't know what you're talking about," he said, with anger under his breath.
Jane seemed not to know that he was there. She addressed herself exclusively to Rose.
"What do you suppose happens when I'm—away?"
"You forget."
"Never!" said Jane. The passion of her inflection was lost on Rose who brooded.