She listened for a moment, and called out again:
“Clare!”
Herbert poured some more whisky into the decanter.
“I expect she’s reading one of those beastly pamphlets,” he said.
Mrs. Heywood tapped at the bedroom door.
“Clare!”
“Go in, mother,” said Herbert irritably.
“It’s very strange!” said Mrs. Heywood in an anxious voice.
She went into the bedroom, and Herbert, who had been watching her, spilled some of the whisky, so that he muttered to himself:
“What with women and what with whisky——”