"You're all right, Jenny; but you never looked like that. There's something about her——"
"Is that what makes those men horrid to her?"
"Yes, I suppose so. The brutes!" He paused irritably. "It mustn't happen again."
"What's the poor lady to do?" said Jane.
"She can't do anything. We must."
"We?"
"I must. You must. Go out to her, Janey, and be nice to her."
"No, you go and say I sent you."
He strode out on to the veranda. Mrs. Tailleur sat with her hands in her lap, motionless, and, to his senses, unaware.
"Mrs. Tailleur."