"Thank you, sir.
Good night, sir."Johnson withdrew.
The two men looked at each other.
The momentary interruption had calmed the storm."Uncle," said Dermot. "I shouldn't have spoken to you as I did.
I can quite see that from your point of view you are perfectly right.
But I have loved Claire Trent for a long time.
The fact that Jack Trent is my best friend has hitherto stood in the way of my ever speaking of love to Claire herself.
But in these circumstances that fact no longer counts.
The idea that any monetary condition's can deter me is absurd.
I think we've both said all there is to be said.
Good night."
"Dermot -"
"It is really no good arguing further.
Good night, Uncle Alington."He went out quickly, shutting the door behind him.
The hall was in darkness.
He passed through it, opened the front door and emerged into the street, banging the door behind him.
A taxi had just deposited a fare at a house farther along the street and Dermot hailed it, and drove to the Grafton Galleries.
In the door of the ballroom he stood for a minute, bewildered, his head spinning.
The raucous jazz music, the smiling women - it was as though he had stepped into another world.
Had he dreamed it all?
Impossible that that grim conversation with his uncle should have really taken place.
There was Claire floating past, like a lily in her white and silver gown that fitted sheathlike to her slenderness.
She smiled at him, her face calm and serene.
Surely it was all a dream.
The dance had stopped.
Presently she was near him, smiling up into his face.
As in a dream he asked her to dance.
She was in his arms now, the raucous melodies had begun again.
He felt her flag a little."Tired?
Do you want to stop?"
"If you don't mind.
Can we go somewhere where we can talk?
There is something I want to say to you."Not a dream.
He came back to earth with a bump.
Could he ever have thought her face calm and serene?
It was haunted with anxiety, with dread.
How much did she know?He found a quiet corner, and they sat down side by side."Well," he said, assuming a lightness he did not feel, "you said you had something you wanted to say to me?"
"Yes." Her eyes were cast down. She was playing nervously with the tassel of her gown.
"It's difficult -"
"Tell me, Claire."
"It's just this, I want you to - to go away for a time."He was astonished.
Whatever he had expected, it was not this."You want me to go away?
Why?"
"It's best to be honest, isn't it?
I know that you are a - a gentleman and my friend.
I want you to go away because I - I have let myself get fond of you."
"Claire."Her words left him dumb - tongue-tied."Please do not think that I am conceited enough to fancy that you - would ever be likely to fall in love with me.
It is only that - I am not very happy - and - oh!
I would rather you went away."
"Claire, don't you know that I have cared - cared damnably - ever since I met you?"She lifted startled eyes to his face."You cared?