‘I did not know,’ she said.  ‘I always thought of you as—­’ and she gave a queer little laugh, ’as driving about London in hansoms, and working quite contentedly.  I never imagined that you cared at all—­really, I mean, as I know now.  Even right at the beginning—­that afternoon in Beaufort Gardens, I never imagined that.  Indeed, I was afraid of you.’

‘Afraid!’ Drake echoed the word with an accent of wonderment.

’Yes, yes, afraid.  I believed that I should mean so little to you, that I should be of no use or help to you.  And that’s why—­I—­I—­married—­’

Drake straightened his shoulders with a jerk as Clarice uttered the word.  He became aware of the tell-tale look in his eyes, and lowered them from the girl’s face to the ground.

‘You mustn’t fancy,’ he began in a hesitating tone.  ’You mustn’t misunderstand.  I was thinking what men owe to women—­that’s all—­that’s all, indeed—­and how vilely they repay it.  That way, like Cranston’—­he nodded in the direction of the house across the street—­’or worse—­or worse,’ he clung to the word on a lift of his voice, as though he found some protection in it, as though he appealed to Clarice to agree with and second him, ‘or worse.’

The match burned down to his fingers, and he dropped it on the floor and set his foot on it.  Once in the darkness he repeated ‘or worse,’ with a note almost of despair, and then he was silent.  Clarice simply waited.  She stood, feeling the darkness throb about her, listening to the sharp irregular breathing which told her where Drake stood.  In a few moments he stirred, and she stretched out her hands towards him.  But again she heard the click of a match-box, and again the thin flame of light flared up in the room.

‘Clarice!’

Her name was shouted up a second time.  There was a sound of quicker footsteps upon the stairs, the door was flung back, and Sidney Mallinson entered the room.  Drake lighted the gas.

‘We have been waiting for you,’ said Mallinson to his wife.  ’I couldn’t think where you had got to,’ and he glanced from her to Drake.

‘I have been here all the time,’ she said with a certain defiance.

Mallinson turned and walked down the stairs again, without as much as a word to Drake.  Clarice followed him, and after her came Drake.

‘Ah, here you are!’ said Captain Le Mesurier.  ’Now we’re ready.  Drake, you are coming back with us?’

Drake hesitated.

’You said you would at the Town Hall.  So I have had your bag packed, and put in the waggonette.’

‘Very well,’ he assented; and the party went outside the hotel.

‘Now, how shall we go?’ asked the Captain.  ’Mallinson, you of course in the waggonette,’ and he chuckled with a cheery maliciousness.  ’Clarice, will you get in?’

‘No!’ she said with an involuntary vehemence.  The idea of driving back wedged in amongst a number of people, listening to their chatter, and forced to take her share in it, became suddenly repugnant to her.  ’I would rather drive in the trap, if I might.’