Mrs. Hennifer looked at her quickly.
'You either won't see it from another's point of view, or you want to break it all off,' she said.
'No, no! Only we shall meet, and he will betray something.'
'You rarely leave Old Lafer, Clothilde.'
'Still I do go into Wonston occasionally, and I dine at the Hall, and the Marlowes call upon me. You know, Mary, every one knows I am something different to John. And Lucius may already know I am here.'
Mrs. Hennifer considered a moment.
'One thing is certain,' she said drily, 'you must cure yourself of your old habit of calling him Lucius, and in order that you shall clearly understand their confidence in each other he shall tell her who you are.'
For an instant their eyes met. Mrs. Severn's bore a darting glance of defiant appeal, and her whole figure seemed to tremble.
But whatever her fear she conquered it, and putting her arm through Mrs. Hennifer's proposed that they should go into the garden.
