But Lawrence to avoid the village entered the drive by the lodge,
through iron gates over which Bernard had set up the arms and
motto of his family: FORTIS ET FIDELIS, faithful and strong.
Winding between dense shrubs of rhododendron under darker
deodars, the road was long and gloomy, but Lawrence was thankful
to be out of sight of Chilmark. He hurried on with his light
swinging step--light for his build--his tired mind vacant or
intent only on a bath and a change of clothes, till in the last
bend, within a hundred yards of Wanhope he came on Mrs. Clowes.

He never could clearly remember his first sight of her, the shock
was too great, but as he came up she put out her hands to him and
he took them in his own. She was still in her evening dress but
without cloak or fur, which had probably slipped off her
shoulders: they were bare, and her beautiful bodice was torn.
"Oh, here you are," she said with her faint smile. "I was afraid
you would come by the field." She looked down at herself and made
a weak and ineffective effort to gather her loosened laces
together. "I'm--I'm not very tidy, am I?"

Lawrence was carrying an overcoat on his arm. He put her into
it, and, as she did not seem able to cope with it, buttoned it
for her. "What has happened, dear?"

"Bernard has turned me out," said Laura with the same piteous,
bewildered smile. "Indeed he never let me in. I went home soon
after you left me. The door was shut, I tried the window, but
that was shut too, so I had to go back to the door. I couldn't
open it and I rang. He answered me through the door, 'Who's
there?'" She ended as if the motive power of speech had died
down in her.

"And you--?"

"Oh, I said, 'It's I--Laura.'"

"Go on, dear," Lawrence gently prompted her.

"I said 'I'm your wife.' He said 'I have no wife.' And he called
me--coarse names, words I couldn't repeat to any one. I couldn't
answer him. Then he said 'Where's Hyde? Are you there, Hyde?'
and that you were a coward or you wouldn't stand by and hear him
calling me a--what he had called me. So I told him you weren't
there, that you had gone back with Isabel and Val. He said:
after you had had all you wanted out of me--I beg your pardon?"

"Nothing. Go on, dear: tell me all about it."

"But ought I to?" said Laura, raising her dimmed eyes to his
face. "It's such a horrible story to tell a man, especially the
very man who--I feel so queer, Lawrence: don't let me say
anyth