"You were deceived!"
The hard sob of anger barred her voice.
Laetitia begged her to come to her room with her.
"I want air: I must be by myself," said Clara, catching at her garden-hat.
She walked swiftly to the portico steps and turned to the right, to avoid the laboratory windows.
CHAPTER XXXIII
IN WHICH THE COMIC MUSE HAS AN EYE ON TWO GOOD SOULS
Clara met Vernon on the bowling-green among the laurels. She asked him where her father was.
"Don't speak to him now," said Vernon.
"Mr. Whitford, will you?"