"Interruption," said Hugh. "She says she never has any time to herself, with people constantly running in and out."
"She doesn"t mind," said Sophy, "how much time she gives to the Protheros and the rest of them. Nina Lempriere"s with her now. She"s been here three solid hours. As for George Tanqueray----"
John shook his head.
"That"s what I don"t like, Hugh, Tanqueray"s hanging about the house at all hours of the day and night. However you look at it, it"s a most undesirable thing."
"Oh--Tanqueray," said Brodrick, "_he_"s all right."
"He"s anything but all right," said Henry. "A fellow who notoriously neglects his wife."
"Well," said Brodrick, "I don"t neglect mine."
"If you give her her head," said Henry.
He scowled at Henry.
"You know, Hugh," said Frances, "she really will be talked about."
"She"s being talked about now," said Brodrick, "and I don"t like it."
"There"s no use talking," said John sorrowfully, and he rose to go.
They all rose then. Two by two they went across the Heath to John"s house, Sophy with Henry and Frances with John; and as they went they leaned to each other, talking continuously about Hugh, and Tanqueray, and Jane.
"If Hugh gives in to her in this," said Henry, "he"ll always have to give in."
"I could understand it," said Sophy, "if she had too much to do in the house."
"It"s not," said Frances, "as if there was any struggle to make ends meet. She has everything she wants."
"Children----" said John.
"It"s preposterous," said Henry.
When Nina had gone Brodrick came to Jane.
"Well," he said, "do you still want to go away for three months?"
"It"s not that I want to, but I must."
"If you must," he said, "of course you may. I dare say it will be a very good thing for you."
"Shall you mind, Hugh?"
"Oh dear me, no. I shall be very comfortable here with Gertrude."
"And Gertrude," she murmured, "will be very comfortable here with you."
That evening, about nine o"clock, the parlour-maid announced to Brodrick in his study that Miss Winny and Mr. Eddy had called. They were in the dining-room. When Brodrick asked if Mrs. Brodrick was with them he was told that the young gentlemen had said expressly that it was Mr.
Brodrick whom they wished to see.
Brodrick desired that they should be brought to him. They were going away, to stay somewhere with a school-fellow of Winny"s, and he supposed that they had looked in to say good-bye.
As they entered something told him, as he had not been told before, that his young niece and nephew had grown up. It was not Winny"s ripening form and trailing gown, it was not the golden down on Eddy"s upper lip; it was not altogether that the outline of their faces had lost the engaging and tender indecision of its youth. It was their unmistakable air of inward a.s.surance and maturity.
After the usual greetings (Brodrick was aware of a growing restraint in this particular) Eddy, at the first opening, made for his point--_their_ point, rather. His uncle had inquired with urbane irony at what hour the family was to be bereaved of their society, and how long it would have to languish----
They were going, Eddy said, at ten in the morning, and a jolly good thing too. They weren"t coming back, either, any sooner than they could help. They--well, they couldn"t "stick it" at home just now.
They"d had (Winny interpolated) a row with Uncle Henry, a gorgeous row (the colour of it was in Winny"s face).
Brodrick showed no sign of surprise, not so much as a raised eyebrow. He asked in quiet tones what it was all about?
Eddy, standing up before his uncle and looking very tall and manly, gazed down his waistcoat at his boots.
"It was about Jin-Jin," Winny said.
(Eddy could almost have sworn that his uncle suffered a slight shock.)
"We can"t stick it, you know, the way they"re going on about her. The fact is," said the tall youth, "we told Uncle Henry that, and he didn"t like it."
"You did, did you?"
"Yes. I know you"ll say it isn"t our business, but you see----"
"You see" (Winny explained), "we"re so awfully fond of her."
Brodrick knew that he ought to tell the young rascals that their being fond of her didn"t make it any more their business. But he couldn"t.
"What did you say to your Uncle Henry?"
He really wanted to know.
"Oh, we said it was all humbug about Jinny being neurotic. He"s neurotic himself and so he thinks everybody else is. He"s got it regularly on the brain."
(If, Brodrick thought, Henry could have heard him!)
"You can"t think," said Winny, "how he bores us with it."
"I said he couldn"t wonder if she _was_ neurotic, when you think what she"s got to stand. The boresomeness----" He left the idea to its own immensity.
"Of what?" said Brodrick.
"Well, for one thing, you know, of living everlastingly with Gertrude."
Brodrick said, "Gertrude doesn"t bore anybody."