Her lips burned for an instant under his; were wrenched away:
"Let me go, Clive—"
"You must not tremble so—"
"I can't help it.... I am afraid. I want to go, now. I—I want to go—"
There was a chair by the window; she sank down on it and dropped her head back against the wall behind.
And, as he stood there beside her, over her shoulder through the open window he saw two men in the garden below, watching them.
Presently she lifted her head. His eyes remained fixed on the men below who never moved.
She said with an effort; "Are you displeased, Clive?"
"No, my darling."
"It was not because I do not love you. Only—I—"