“That must be Herbert,” said Clare. “I think you had better go.”
“Yes, I think I had better,” said Madge, laughing again. “If looks could kill——”
She went toward the door and opened it, but I stood on the threshold looking back.
“Won’t you come? Eight o’clock, you know.”
Clare smiled weakly.
“I am in great demand to-night.”
The two women listened to Herbert’s voice in the hall saying—
“Of course all the shops were shut.”
“Oh, Lord!” said Madge, “I must skedaddle.” She went out of the room hurriedly, leaving Clare alone.
And after a moment or two Clare spoke aloud, with her hands clasped upon her breast.