"I wish things might have gone differently."
"They didn't."
"No, and they can't. Well, let them be as they are."
"I guess we'll have to, Lawrence."
A few minutes later, when she looked at him, he was asleep.
CHAPTER XV.
UTTER EXHAUSTION.
Claire rose and slipped quietly to her own bed. All the aching pain of her proposed future came over her with its dirty sordidness. She could never stand it, she thought, and clenched her teeth. Well, it was not necessary. When Lawrence was gone, there was the lake. That would be her way out of it all. No one need ever know. The thought of death seemed very sweet to her.
Philip came in, saw Lawrence asleep, and stole across the room to peep in at her. She met his glance.
"I beg your pardon," he murmured.