It was Tanqueray who broke that beautiful silence. He had obtained her. He had had his way and must have it to the end. He loved her; and the thing beyond all things that pleased him was to tease and torment the creatures that he loved.
"Rose," he said, "do you think I'm good-looking?"
"No. Not what you call good-looking."
"How do you know what I call good-looking?"
"Well—me. Don't you?"
"You're a woman. Give me your idea of a really handsome man."
"Well—do you know Mr. Robinson?"
"No. I do not know Mr. Robinson."
"Yes, you do. He keeps the shop in the High Street where you get your 'ankychiefs and collars. You bought a collar off of him the other day. He told me."
"By Jove, so I did. Of course I know Mr. Robinson. What about him?"