“Gerald!” said Clare. “For God’s sake.... I have a husband.”
“He bores you,” said the man. “He is your husband but not your mate. No woman finds peace until she finds her mate. It is the same with a man.”
“I will not listen to you. You make me feel a bad woman!”
She wrenched her hands free and moved toward the bell.
Gerald Bradshaw laughed quietly. He seemed amused at this woman’s fear. He seemed masterful, sure of his power over her.
“You know that you must be my mate. If not to-day, to-morrow. If not to-morrow, the next day. I will wait for you, Clare.”
Clare had shrunk back to the wall now, and touched the electric bell.
“You have no pity for me,” she said. “You play on my weakness.”
“Fear makes you strong to resist,” said the man. “But love is stronger than fear.”
He followed her across the room to where she stood crouching against the wall like a hunted thing.