Mrs. Clarke walked on and came into the Grande Rue.
She lived in a flat in a street which turned out of the Grande Rue on the left not very far from the Taxim Garden. As she walked on slowly she was trying to make up her mind to force a break with Dion. She had great courage and was naturally ruthless, yet for once she was beset by indecision. She did not any longer feel sure that she could dominate this man. She had bent him to her will when she took him; but could she do so when she wished to get rid of him?
When she reached the house, on the second floor of which was her flat, she found him there waiting for her.
“You must have walked very quickly, Dion,” she said.
“No, I didn’t,” he replied bruskly. “You walked very slowly.”
“I feel tired to-day.”
“I thought you were never tired.”
“Every woman is tired sometimes.”
They began to ascend the staircase. There was no lift.
“Are you going out to-night?” she heard him say behind her.