“I will stay.”
After a slight pause Mrs. Clarke, whose face was still discolored with red, turned to the maid and said:
“Go away, Sonia.”
Sonia went away very slowly. At the door she stopped for a moment and looked round. Then she disappeared, and the door closed slowly and as if reluctantly behind her.
“Now what did you mean?” Dion said.
He got up.
“What did you mean?”
“Simply this, that my husband ought to have won his case.”
“Ah!”
He stood with his hands hanging at his sides, looking impassive, with his head bent and the lids drooping over his eyes. She waited—for her freedom. She did not mind the disgust which she felt like an emanation in the darkening room, if only it would carry him far enough in hatred of her. Would it do that?