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She appointed the following afternoon at three o’clock, and continued to wonder what he wanted.
The day was an oasis of warmth in that bleak April. Arriving at the Rima, she saw him at once, leaning against the railing with his back to that work of art. He was smoking a cigarette through a short well-coloured holder in meerschaum, and looked so exactly as when she had seen him last that, for no reason, she received a sort of shock.
He did not offer to take her hand.
“Very good of you to come, Di
They walked towards the Serpentine.
“About this case,” said Corven, suddenly, “I don’t want to bring it a bit, you know.”
She stole a look at him.
“Why DO you, then? The charges are not true.”
“I’m advised that they are.”
“The premises may be; the conclusions, no.”
“If I withdraw the thing, will Clare come back to me, on her own terms?”
“I can ask her, but I don’t think so. I shouldn’t myself.”
“What an implacable family!”
Di
“Is she in love with this young Croom?”
“I can’t discuss their feelings, if they have any.”
“Can’t we speak frankly, Di
“Claiming damages has not improved our feelings towards you.”
“Oh! that! I’m willing to withdraw everything, and risk her having kicked over, if she’ll come back.”
“In other words,” said Di
He looked at her through narrowed eyes.
“Ingenious notion. It didn’t occur to me. No, the fact is, knowing Clare better than my solicitors and the enquiry agents, I’m not too convinced that the evidence means what it seems to.”
“Thank you.”
“Yes, but I told you before, or Clare anyway, that I can’t and won’t go on with nothing settled, one way or the other. If she’ll come back I’ll wipe the whole thing out. If she won’t, it must take its chance. That’s not wholly unreasonable, and it’s not blackmail.”
“And suppose she wins, will you be any further on?”
“No.”
“You could free yourself and her at any time, if you liked.”
“At a price I don’t choose to pay. Besides, that sounds extremely like collusion—another awkward word, Di
Di
“Well, I know what you want, and I’ll ask Clare. And now I’ll say good-bye. I don’t see that talking further will do any good.”
He stood looking at her, and she was moved by the expression on his face. Pain and puzzlement were peering through its hardwood browned mask.
“I’m sorry things are as they are,” she said, impulsively.
“One’s nature is a hell of a thing, Di
She put out her hand. He gave it a squeeze, turned and walked off.
Di
She walked back to South Square as fast as she could.
Fleur met her with: “Well?”
“I’m afraid I can only talk to Clare about it.”
“I suppose it’s an offer to drop it if Clare will go back. If she’s wise she will.”
Di
She waited till bed-time, and then went to Clare’s room. Her sister had just got into bed, on the foot of which Di
“Jerry asked me to see him. We met in Hyde Park. He says he’ll drop the case if you’ll go back—on your own terms.”
Clare raised her knees and clasped them with her hands.
“Oh! And what did you say?”
“That I’d ask you.”
“Did you gather why?”
“Partly, I think he really wants you; partly, he doesn’t much believe in the evidence.”
“Ah!” said Clare, drily: “Nor do I. But I’m not going back.”
“I told him I didn’t think you would. He said we were ‘implacable.’”
Clare uttered a little laugh.
“No, Di
Di
Clare said unca
“I’m always amused when people think they know how husbands and wives ought to behave towards each other. Fleur was telling me about her father and his first wife; she seemed to think the woman made a great fuss for nothing much. All I can say is that to think you can judge anybody else’s case is just self-righteous idiocy. There’s never any evidence to judge from, and until cine-cameras are installed in bedrooms,” she added, “there never will be. You might let him know, Di
Di
“I will. If only the thing were over!”
“Yes,” said Clare, tossing back her hair, “if only—! But whether we shall be any further on, when it is, I don’t know. God bless the Courts of Law.”
That bitter invocation went up daily from Di
At Dornford’s request she went with Clare to see his new house on Campden Hill. To know that he had taken it with the view of having a home for her, if she would consent to share it, kept her expressionless, except to say that it was all very nice, and to recommend a bird shelter in the garden. It was roomy, secluded, airy, and the garden sloped towards the south. Distressed at being so colourless, she was glad to come away; but the dashed and baffled look on his face when she said: ‘Good-bye’ hurt her. In their bus, going home, Clare said:
“The more I see of Dornford, Di
“I’m sure he is.” And through Di
But on her face was that withdrawn expression which Clare knew better than to try and penetrate.
Waiting for an event, even when it primarily concerns others, is a process little desirable. For Di
When Di