She was so actively unkind, and made him so wretched, that at last he committed suicide.

At least that is what is believed by everyone who knew them in Essex." "I suppose a woman told you all this ?" he said in a dangerously calm voice.
"Yes, it was a woman, Jack." "Of course it was! Every woman, young or old, is jealous of her because she's so pretty and--so--so feminine, and because she has nothing about her of the clever, hard woman who is the fashion nowadays! The only person who does her justice in this place is Rosamund." "I disapprove very much of Rosamund's silly, school-girlish, adoration of her," said Janet sharply.
She was just going to add something more when she saw Timmy slipping quietly back into the room.

And all at once she felt sorry--deeply sorry--that this rather absurd scene had taken place between herself and Jack.

She blamed herself for having let it come to this pass.
"I daresay I'm prejudiced," she exclaimed.

"Take this note, Jack, and tell Mrs.Crofton that Flick shall be securely shut up." "All right." Jack shrugged his shoulders rather ostentatiously, and disappeared through the window, while Janet, with a half-humorous sigh, told herself that perhaps he was justified in condemning in his own mind, as he was certainly doing now, the extraordinary vagaries of womankind.
She turned back to her writing-table again.