CLARE. To make use of you in such a way! No.
[She moves towards the door]
MALISE. Where are you going?
CLARE does not answer. She is breathing rapidly. There is a
change in her, a sort of excitement beneath her calmness.
MALISE. Not back to him? [CLARE shakes her head] Thank God! But where? To your people again?
CLARE. No.
MALISE. Nothing—desperate?
CLARE. Oh! no.
MALISE. Then what—tell me—come!
CLARE. I don't know. Women manage somehow.