Go into the garden again!" Mrs.Vanborough's indignation was suspended for the moment in dread, as she saw the passion and the terror struggling in her husband's face.
"How you look at me!" she said.

"How you speak to me!" He only repeated, "Go into the garden!" Lady Jane began to perceive, what the lawyer had discovered some minutes previously--that there was something wrong in the villa at Hampstead.
The lady of the house was a lady in an anomalous position of some kind.

And as the house, to all appearance, belonged to Mr.Vanborough's friend, Mr.Vanborough's friend must (in spite of his recent disclaimer) be in some way responsible for it.

Arriving, naturally enough, at this erroneous conclusion, Lady Jane's eyes rested for an instant on Mrs.
Vanborough with a finely contemptuous expression of inquiry which would have roused the spirit of the tamest woman in existence.

The implied insult stung the wife's sensitive nature to the quick.