Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England The Independence of Claire By Mrs George de Horne Vaizey ________________________________________________________________________ This is a rather typical Horne Vaizey book, about the life led by young well-brought-up women in Edwardian times. Worries about money, about who to marry, whether to go or not to parties to be given by elderly hostesses, about clothes, about hair-styles, and even, as so often in this author's books, with a bit of illness thrown in as well. There's a time when Claire seems on the way to making a big mistake, but it all gets sorted out in the end. Make an audiobook of this book - that is probably the best way to enjoy it. ________________________________________________________________________ THE INDEPENDENCE OF CLAIRE BY MRS. GEORGE DE HORNE VAIZEY CHAPTER ONE. "I'LL HAVE TO DO IT." Claire Gifford stood in the salon of the Brussels pension which had been her home for the last three years, and bent her brows in consideration of an all-absorbing problem. "Can I marry him?" she asked herself once and again, with the baffling result that every single time her brain answered instantly, "_You must_!" the while her heart rose up in rebellion, and cried, "I won't!" Many girls have found themselves in the same predicament before and since, but few have had stronger reasons for sacrificing personal inclination on the altar of filial duty than Claire knew at this minute. To begin with, the relationship between herself and her mother was more intimate than is usually the case, for Claire was an only child, and Mrs Gifford a widow only eighteen years older than herself. Briefly stated, the family history was as follows--Eleanor Guyther had been the only child of stern, old-world parents, and at seventeen had run away from the house which had been more like a prison than a home, to marry a handsome young artist who had been painting in the neighbourhood during the summer months; a handsome merry-faced boy of twenty-one, whose portrait Claire treasured in an old-fashioned gold locket, long since discarded by her mother, who followed the fashion in jewellery as well as in dress. It was strange to look at the face of a father who was no older than oneself, and Claire had spent many hours gazing at the pictured face, and trying to gain from it some idea of the personality of the man of whom her mother persistently refused to speak.