“Why did I give him away?”
“Well—yes.”
“Because I wish to force him to face things fully and squarely. It’s his only chance.”
“Won’t he be angry?”
“But I don’t mind that.”
“You’ve had a reason in telling me,” said Vane quietly. “What is it?”
“Come up to my sitting-room. We’ll have coffee there.”
“Willingly. I feel your spell even when you’re weaving it for another man’s sake.”
Mrs. Clarke did not reject the compliment. She only looked at Vane, and said:
“Come.”