Geraldine lit another cigarette and leaned back against the mantelpiece. Oh, she was going to lean there for ever! If only she would allow you to soften her into some emotion of pity and understanding so that you might fling yourself down and weep, crying: “Now you must understand. Now I have told you all. Leave me.” But there was no hope of that. Her hostility was hardening. She was more alert now; and she seemed to be taking note for the first time since her sweeping entrance of Judith’s person. Her eyes went attentively over face, hands, feet, hair, clothes, and over the whole room. Something alive was rearing itself from the stony envelope. She was silent for a long time, and then said uncertainly: ‘I hope you won’t--mention all this to her.’ Judith laughed. ‘I can’t quite promise that,’ she said. ‘You see, we’ve been used to telling each other most things. There’s no reason to make a mystery of it. Is there?’ She was silent again; and then said: ‘I think it would be best not to say anything to her. I don’t want her to think there’s been any fuss. I don’t think she’ll care to hear any more about it. She was very unwilling to--to dwell----’ That brought home Jennifer’s attitude with painful clarity. She was, of course, flying to escape. Why should she go free always, always? This time it would be easy to make her uncomfortable, if not to hurt her. And yet, it could not be done. Once more she felt the faintest stir of sympathy with Geraldine. She said with a shrug: ‘Very well, I won’t refer to it.’ ‘We’ll agree,’ said Geraldine, ‘to keep it to ourselves.’ Judith nodded. Geraldine threw away her cigarette, smoothed her sleek hair, stood upright as if preparing to go and said with brisk indifference: ‘Well, I’m sorry if I’ve been a nuisance.’ ‘Oh, you haven’t been a nuisance.’ Judith crushed her cold hands into her lap. Now it was almost over: soon she could let herself collapse. But Geraldine still lingered, looking about her. ‘You’ve got nice things,’ she said. ‘Most of the rooms I’ve seen are too frightful.’ ‘I’m luckier than most girls here. I have more money.’ ‘Do you like being here?’ ‘I have liked it--and disliked it.’ ‘Hmm. Jennifer hates it. I don’t wonder. I think I’ve persuaded her to leave and come abroad with me.’ Defeat at last. She had no answer to that, not one weapon left. She stared before her, paralyzed. ‘I can’t think,’ added Geraldine, ‘how she’s stuck it so long.’ Judith heard herself say slowly, softly: