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she had had any doubts, they were swept aside. Vivien’s answer came quick–in stammering haste.
    â€˜I? Oh! N-no, no.’
    Fear was in her eyes. They were wide and dark with it, as they met Clare’s. Clare’s eyes told nothing. They were calm, scrutinizing. No one could have dreamt of the keen pleasure that they veiled. At that moment Clare almost forgave Vivien for the words she had overheard earlier in the evening. She tasted in that moment a fullness of power that almost madeher head reel. She held Vivien Lee in the hollow of her hand.
    The following day, she received a note from the other woman. Would Clare come up and have tea with her quietly that afternoon? Clare refused.
    Then Vivien called on her. Twice she came at hours when Clare was almost certain to be at home. On the first occasion, Clare really was out; on the second, she slipped out by the back way when she saw Vivien coming up the path.
    â€˜She’s not sure yet whether I know or not,’ she said to herself. ‘She wants to find out without committing herself. But she shan’t–not until I’m ready.’
    Clare hardly knew herself what she was waiting for. She had decided to keep silence–that was the only straight and honourable course. She felt an additional glow of virtue when she remembered the extreme provocation she had received. After overhearing the way Vivien talked of her behind her back, a weaker character, she felt, might have abandoned her good resolutions.
    She went twice to church on Sunday. First to early Communion, from which she came out strengthened and uplifted. No personal feelings should weigh with her–nothing mean or petty. She went again to morning service. Mr Wilmot preached on the famous prayer of the Pharisee. He sketched the life of that man, agood man, pillar of the church. And he pictured the slow, creeping blight of spiritual pride that distorted and soiled all that he was.
    Clare did not listen very attentively. Vivien was in the big square pew of the Lee family, and Clare knew by instinct that the other intended to get hold of her afterwards.
    So it fell out. Vivien attached herself to Clare, walked home with her, and asked if she might come in. Clare, of course, assented. They sat in Clare’s little sitting-room, bright with flowers and old-fashioned chintzes. Vivien’s talk was desultory and jerky.
    â€˜I was at Bournemouth, you know, last weekend,’ she remarked presently.
    â€˜Gerald told me so,’ said Clare.
    They looked at each other. Vivien appeared almost plain today. Her face had a sharp, foxy look that robbed it of much of its charm.
    â€˜When you were at Skippington–’ began Vivien.
    â€˜When I was at Skippington?’ echoed Clare politely.
    â€˜You were speaking about some little hotel there.’
    â€˜The County Arms . Yes. You didn’t know it, you said?’
    â€˜I–I have been there once.’
    â€˜Oh!’
    She had only to keep still and wait. Vivien was quite unfitted to bear a strain of any kind. Already she wasbreaking down under it. Suddenly she leant forward and spoke vehemently.
    â€˜You don’t like me. You never have. You’ve always hated me. You’re enjoying yourself now, playing with me like a cat with a mouse. You’re cruel–cruel. That’s why I’m afraid of you, because deep down you’re cruel.’
    â€˜Really, Vivien!’ said Clare sharply.
    â€˜You know , don’t you? Yes, I can see that you know. You knew that night–when you spoke about Skippington. You’ve found out somehow. Well, I want to know what you are going to do about it? What are you going to do?’
    Clare did not reply for a minute, and Vivien sprang to her feet.
    â€˜What are you going to do? I must know. You’re not going to deny that you know all about it?’
    â€˜I do not propose to deny anything,’ said Clare coldly.
    â€˜You saw me there that