He carried her up the rickety stairs, into her room, laying her on the bed.
"Would you like to undress?"
"No—no—Lenny, don't leave me."
He was in despair.
"Janey, dearest, I wish you'd tell me what's happened. I can't comfort you properly when I don't know. Do you really mean to say that you love Quentin Lowe?"
"I love him ... oh, I love him ... but he's a devil."
"Did he know?—did he love you?"
"Yes, he loved me ... and he made me give up everything for his sake ... and now he's going to marry another woman ... Oh, Lenny, Lenny, I want Nigel!"
"Janey—don't—I simply can't bear this. Don't give way so—he isn't worth it."