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His arms were yearning up to her; but she drew away, and they remained facing each other, divided by the distance that her words had created. Then, abruptly, his anger overflowed.
``And Beaufort? Is he to replace me?''
As the words sprang out he was prepared for an answering flare of anger; and he would have welcomed it as fuel for his own. But Madame Olenska only grew a shade paler, and stood with her arms hanging down before her, and her head slightly bent, as her way was when she pondered a question.
``He's waiting for you now at Mrs. Struthers's; why don't you go to him?'' Archer sneered.
She turned to ring the bell. ``I shall not go out this evening; tell the carriage to go and fetch the Signora Marchesa,'' she said when the maid came.
After the door had closed again Archer continued to look at her with bitter eyes. ``Why this sacrifice? Since you tell me that you're lonely I've no right to keep you from your friends.''
She smiled a little under her wet lashes. ``I shan't be lonely now. I was lonely; I was afraid. But the emptiness and the darkness are gone; when I turn back into
-172-myself now I'm like a child going at night into a room where there's always a light.''
Her tone and her look still enveloped her in a soft inaccessibility, and Archer groaned out again: