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She could bear all if he were inwardly true to her and must
come back.
He saw none of the anomaly of his position. Miriam was his old friend,
lover, and she belonged to Bestwood and home and his youth. Clara was a
newer friend, and she belonged to Nottingham, to life, to the world. It
seemed to him quite plain.
Mrs. Dawes and he had many periods of coolness, when they saw little of
each other; but they always came together again.
"Were you horrid with Baxter Dawes?" he asked her. It was a thing that
seemed to trouble him.
"In what way?"
"Oh, I don't know. But weren't you horrid with him? Didn't you do
something that knocked him to pieces?"
"What, pray?"
"Making him feel as if he were nothing--I know," Paul declared.
"You are so clever, my friend," she said coolly.
The conversation broke off there. But it made her cool with him for some
time.
She very rarely saw Miriam now. The friendship between the two women was
not broken off, but considerably weakened.
"Will you come in to the concert on Sunday afternoon?" Clara asked him
just after Christmas.


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