Margaret suddenly remembered all that she had seen, and she remembered that Haddo had stood by her side. Shame seized her, intolerable shame, so that the colour, rising to her cheeks, seemed actually to burn them. She hid her face in her hands and burst into tears.
“Go away,” she said. “For God’s sake, go.”
He looked at her for a moment; and the smile came to his lips which Susie had seen after his tussle with Arthur, when last he was in the studio.
“When you want me you will find me in the Rue de Vaugirard, number 209,” he said. “Knock at the second door on the left, on the third floor.”
She did not answer. She could only think of her appalling shame.
“I’ll write it down for you in case you forget.”
He scribbled the address on a sheet of paper that he found on the table. Margaret took no notice, but sobbed as though her heart would break. Suddenly, looking up with a start, she saw that he was gone. She had not heard him open the door or close it. She sank down on her knees and prayed desperately, as though some terrible danger threatened her.
But when she heard Susie’s key in the door, Margaret sprang to her feet. She stood with her back to the fireplace, her hands behind her, in the attitude of a prisoner protesting his innocence. Susie was too much annoyed to observe this agitation.
“Why on earth didn’t you come to tea?” she asked. “I couldn’t make out what had become of you.”
