He said that Rose and he usually got down to breakfast first, and when he had listened inattentively to Mrs.
March's apology for being on her way home, he told her that she was lucky not to have gone to Schevleningen, where she and March would have frozen to death.

He said that they were going to spend September at a little place on the English coast, near by, where he had been the day before with Rose to look at lodgings, and where you could bathe all through the month.

He was not surprised that the Marches were going home, and said, Well, that was their original plan, wasn't it?
Mrs.Kenby, appearing upon this, pretended to know better, after the outburst of joyful greeting with the Marches; and intelligently reminded Kenby that he knew the Marches had intended to pass the winter in Paris.
She was looking extremely pretty, but she wished only to make them see how well Rose was looking, and she put her arm round his shoulders as she spoke, Schevleningen had done wonders for him, but it was fearfully cold there, and now they were expecting everything from Westgate, where she advised March to come, too, for his after-cure: she recollected in time to say, She forgot they were on their way home.

She added that she did not know when she should return; she was merely a passenger, now; she left everything to the men of the family.

She had, in fact, the air of having thrown off every responsibility, but in supremacy, not submission.