Herbert raised his hands above his head.
“Damn Mollie!” he shouted wildly. Then he strode out of the room. “Damn everything!”
“Poor dear,” said Mrs. Heywood. “I wish he didn’t get so worried.”
“Clare, won’t you come and speak to Mollie?”
“Haven’t you spoken to her?” asked Clare wearily.
“I am always speaking to her.”
“Poor Mollie!” said Clare.
Mrs. Heywood was hurt at the tone of pity. She flushed a little and then turned to her daughter-in-law with reproachful eyes.
“I am an old woman, Clare, and the mother of your husband. Because my position forces me to live in this flat, I do not think you ought to insult me.”
“I’m sorry,” said Clare with sincerity.