“Are you angry?” he asked.
“Go on,” she said.
“That's all.” Again a silence.
“It was your fault in a way,” Bellairs said awkwardly. “You made Betty your other self. Why did you not let her alone?”
“Can a strong nature help impressing itself on others?”
“Oh, I don't know. I'm no psychologist. But—you must let Betty alone now,” he said.
“Suppose I can't. Suppose this sympathy between us has got beyond my control?”
“I shall release Betty from this bondage to you,” Bellairs said, “my love will—”
“You! Your love!” Clarice said. And she burst into a laugh.
Bellairs suddenly leaned forward across the table.