"She knows she isn't allowed into this room," said Tanqueray to Jane.
"You speak of her as if she was a dog," said she. She added that she would have to go at half-past eight. There was a train at nine that she positively must catch.
He had to go down and ask Rose to come back with the coffee soon. Jane was glad that she had forced on him that act of humility.
For the moments that she remained alone with him she wandered among his books. There were some that she would like to borrow. She talked about them deliberately while Tanqueray maddened.
He walked with her to the station.
She turned on him as they dipped down the lane out of sight and hearing.
"George," she said, "I'll never come and see you again if you bully that dear little wife of yours."
"I?—Bully her?"
"Yes. You bully her, you torture her, you terrify her till she doesn't know what she's doing."
"I'm sorry, Jinny."