She was one with Brodrick, his interests and his dream.
She was congratulated (by Jane) on her championship of the champion, and Brodrick was heard murmuring something to the effect that nobody need be frightened; they were safe enough.
It struck Laura that Brodrick looked singularly unsatisfied for a man who has realized his dream.
"All the same," said Prothero, "it was rash of you to take those poems I sent you."
"Dear Owen," said Jane, "do you think they'll sink him?"
"As far as that goes," Brodrick said, "we're going to have a novel of George Tanqueray's. That'll show you what we can afford."
"Or what George can afford," said Jane. It was the first spark she had emitted. But it consumed the heavy subject.
"By the way," said Caro Bickersteth, "where is George Tanqueray?"
Laura said that he was somewhere in the country. He was always in the country now.
"Without his wife," said Caro, and nobody contradicted her. She went on.