Mr. Bennett drew himself up as haughtily as a fat man in a dressing-gown can, but the effect was wasted on his companion, who had turned and gone into her room.
“Come in here,” she said.
Tougher men than Mr. Bennett had found it impossible to resist the note of calm command in that voice, but for all that he reproached himself for his weakness in obeying.
“Sit down!” said Jane Hubbard.
She indicated a low stool beside the dressing-table.
“Put your tongue out!” she said, as Mr. Bennett, still under her strange influence, lowered himself on to the stool. “Further out! That’s right. Keep it like that!”
“Ouch!” exclaimed Mr. Bennett, bounding up.
“Don’t make such a noise! You’ll wake Mr. Hignett. Sit down again!”
“I....”
“Sit down!”