"He is white," said Tanqueray.
"He turned whiter. And he burst out into a dreadful perspiration. And then—oh, don't laugh—it was so awful—he took my hand and wrung it, and walked out of the room, very dignified and stiff."
"My dear child, he only thought you were speechless with emotion."
But Jane was putting on her hat and coat which lay beside her.
"Let's get out somewhere," she said, "anywhere away from this intolerable scene. Let's tear over the Heath."
She tore and he followed. Gertrude saw them go.
She turned midway between Putney and Wimbledon. "Oh, how my heart aches for that poor lamb."
"It needn't. The poor lamb's heart doesn't ache for itself."
"It does. I stabbed it."
"Not you!"