After what you have just said I forbid my husband to give you his arm." Her husband! Lady Jane looked at Mr.Vanborough--at Mr.Vanborough, whom she loved; whom she had honestly believed to be a single man; whom she had suspected, up to that moment, of nothing worse than of trying to screen the frailties of his friend.

She dropped her highly-bred tone; she lost her highly-bred manners.

The sense of her injury (if this was true), the pang of her jealousy (if that woman was his wife), stripped the human nature in her bare of all disguises, raised the angry color in her cheeks, and struck the angry fire out of her eyes.
"If you can tell the truth, Sir," she said, haughtily, "be so good as to tell it now.

Have you been falsely presenting yourself to the world--falsely presenting yourself to _me_--in the character and with the aspirations of a single man?
Is that lady your wife ?" "Do you hear her?
do you see her ?" cried Mrs.Vanborough, appealing to her husband, in her turn.

She suddenly drew back from him, shuddering from head to foot.