“No, it can’t be,” said Clare.
Gerald spoke more to himself than to the ladies:
“I hope not.”
They were all silent when Herbert Heywood came in quietly.
“I didn’t go to the club after all,” he said. Then he saw Gerald Bradshaw, and his mouth hardened a little as he said, “Oh!... How do?”
“How are you?” asked Gerald, in his cool way.
“Been here long?” asked Herbert.
“Long enough for a pleasant talk with your wife.”
“Going now?”
“Yes. We have finished our chat. Goodnight. I can find my way out blindfolded. All these flats are the same. Rather convenient, don’t you think?”