ention it.... You were so happy, chicken; so was I. I hadn't
been happy before--not like that.'

'She can ruin us.... Do you know that? She has only to go up to the
nearest policeman and ruin us. Do you know that?'

'She won't.... She'd never dare.'

'She would.... I'm young. That's the unpardonable thing in a
woman....'

'I don't understand,' said Charles, sitting down suddenly. And quite
perceptibly he did not understand that any one, man or woman, could
deliberately hurt another.

'But you _must_ understand,' she cried. 'You must understand.... You
must protect yourself.'

'How can I?'

'She is your wife. You must give her what she wants.'

'Money? Oh, yes.'

'You fool,' said Clara, in exasperation, 'you've married me. If she
moves at all you will be ruined. You will be sent to prison.'

'Do you want to get out of it?' he asked.

'I? No.... I want to protect you.... Oh, it's my fault. It's my
fault I thought I could help you. I thought I could help you.... I
could have helped you if only you had told me.... You must have known.
You couldn't imagine that you could come back to London and not be----'

'But I did,' he said. 'I never thought of it. I never do think of
anything except in terms of my work.... I'll tell Clott to see to it.'

Clara clenched her fists until her nails dug into the palms of her
hands.

'I shall have to leave you,' she said at last. 'I shall have to leave
you.'

She pulled off her wedding-ring

'Perhaps I'd better go away,' he muttered at last very slowly. 'It's a
pity. Everything was going so well. Lord Verschoyle is deeply
interested. He has two hundred thousand a year.'

Clara laughed at him.

'He is willing to sit on my committee.'

'Does he know?'

'No.'

'But can't you see that these people ought to know.'

'No. What has it got to do with my work?'

'To you nothing. To them everything. They can't support you if they
know----'

'But they don't know.'

'You are in that woman's hands. So am I. You can't expect me to live
upon her sanction.'

This was a new aspect of the matter to Charles, who had never admitted
the right of any other person to interfere in his affairs. It hurt him
terribly as it slowly dawned upon him that the miserable Kitty had
behind her the whole force of the law.

'Oh, good God!' he said. 'I'm a criminal. Oh, good God! This is
serious.'

'I'm glad you realise it at last,' said she.

He broke