He wondered a little about that.  Why should Mrs. Clarke be so apparently keen on making the acquaintance of Rosamund?  Of course, Rosamund was delightful, and was known to be delightful.  But Mrs. Clarke must know heaps of attractive people.  It really was rather odd.  He decidedly wished that Mrs. Clarke hadn’t happened to get the idea into her head, for he didn’t care to press Rosamund on the subject.  The week passed, and another visit to Westgate, and he had not been to Claridge’s.  In the second week another note came to him from Mrs. Clarke.

“CLARIDGE’S, ETC.

“DEAR Mr. LEITH,—­I’m enchanted with Jenkins.  He’s a trouvaille.  My boy goes every day to the ‘gym,’ as he calls it, and is getting on splendidly.  We are both grateful to you, and hope to tell you so.  Come whenever you feel inclined, but only then.  I love complete liberty too well ever to wish to deprive another of it—­even if I could.  How wise of your wife to stay by the sea.  I hope it’s doing wonders for the baby who (mercifully) isn’t wonderful.—­Yours sincerely,

“CYNTHIA CLARKE”

After receiving this communication Dion felt that he simply must go to see Mrs. Clarke, and he called at the hotel and asked for her about five-thirty on the following afternoon.  She was out, and he left his card, feeling rather relieved.  Next morning he had a note regretting she had missed him, and asking him, “when” he came again, to let her know beforehand at what time he meant to arrive so that she might be in.  He thanked her, and promised to do this, but he did not repeat his visit.  By this time, quite unreasonably he supposed, he had begun to feel decidedly uncomfortable about the whole affair.  Yet, when he considered it fully and fairly, he told himself that he was a fool to imagine that there could be anything in it which was not quite usual and natural.  He had been sympathetic to Mrs. Clarke when she was passing through an unpleasant experience; he was Daventry’s good friend; he was also a friend of Mrs. Chetwinde and of Esme Darlington; naturally, therefore, Mrs. Clarke was inclined to number him among those who had “stuck to her” when she was being cruelly attacked.  Where was the awkwardness in the situation?  After denying to himself that there was any awkwardness he quite suddenly and quite clearly realized one evening that such denial was useless.  There was awkwardness, and it arose simply from Rosamund’s passive resistance to the faint pressure—­he thought it amounted to that—­applied by Mrs. Clarke.  This it was which had given him, which gave him still, a sensation obscure, but definite, of contest.

Mrs. Clarke meant to know Rosamund, and Rosamund didn’t mean to know Mrs. Clarke.  Well, then, the obvious thing for him to do was to keep out of Mrs. Clarke’s way.  In such a matter Rosamund must do as she liked.  He had no intention of attempting to force upon her any one, however suitable as an acquaintance or even as a friend, whom she didn’t want to know.  He loved her far too well to do that.  He decided not to mention Mrs. Clarke again to Rosamund when he went down to Westgate; but somehow or other her name came up, and her boy was mentioned, too.