Clare laughed again, in a mirthless way. “How do you know?” she asked.
“Of course I know. Shall I tell you?”
“I think I would rather you didn’t,” said Clare.
“I will tell you,” said the man. “Liberty is one of them.”
“Liberty is a vague word.”
“Liberty for your soul,” said Gerald.
“Herbert objects to my having a soul.”
“Liberty for that beating heart of yours, Clare.”
The woman put both hands to her heart.
“Yes, it beats, and beats.”