It would be the same, no matter who came.
You would find some dreadful fault in anyone. You always have been
jealous of every man that ever came here and if you had your way you
would keep me here for life." Nancy paused, but her brother did not
offer to speak. She had asked not to be interrupted, and he would be
quite sure that she was through before he spoke again, but he could not
conceal his anger. Nancy noticed it, and her own anger increased. "I
don't think I'd mind it so much, if you didn't pretend that it was all
for my good. That is nothing but rank hypocrisy. Just what have you ever
done to make my life pleasant here? You are never interested in what I'm
interested in, outside of Harry. This lecture business you just laughed
and sneered at. I admit it was ridiculous, but you wouldn't lift your
finger to make it less so. I admit, also, that I would appreciate a
little attention once in a while, but it would never occur to you to
give me any pleasure unless you had to, to get some for yourself. When
you really want to give me a good time you sit down and talk to me about
your miserable old Labour class and what a wonderful lecture you gave
them. Well, Henry, that time is past, and I am going to have my own life
from now on." And the tears which she had been fighting back were no
longer to be denied.

Henry was entirely put out, and he awkwardly got up. Now was clearly not
the time to renew the attack. Nothing that Nancy had said was of the
slightest significance, except her lack of interest in his work. There,
indeed, was a sorry confession of inability to forget herself in the
greatest interest of her nearest relation. Poor wilful girl! Well, he
had done his duty. No one could charge him with unbrotherliness.

Nancy had also got up. "Please go away," she sobbed; and Henry, without
further word, did so.

Nancy crawled back into bed and had her cry out. What a brute he
was--and what a god was Tom! What a miserable snob Henry was about
family--and then for him to say that Tom had no future! Had Tom been a
member of his wretched old Grave, he would have had a very different
view of it. That was the cause of nine-tenths of his dislike, anyway.
Tom was in the rival club and Henry never could see any good in anyone
connected with it. What a miserable, juvenile business! Had not Tom
frankly confessed his need of help? Henry had never in any way indicated
that she could be of service to him, except to order his meals