You probably do not understand the case fully," said Clara coldly.

"I am going to wire to his mother now." She turned away and Lucy stood irresolute, her hand clutching the shaggy head of the stone beast beside her.
"I can give him money.

I'll go to him.

He needs me!" she said aloud.
Then her whole body burned with shame.

She--Lucy Dunbar, good proper Lucy, whose conscience hurt her if she laid her handkerchiefs away awry in her drawer, nursing a criminal passion for a married man! She went slowly back to the inn.