This last time she’d sent Fleming packing Lockwood had really thought Trix meant it. She’d looked positively relieved. Now he spoke with all his tact.
‘Jack seems to make you so unhappy, dearest, I’m sure it’s best if you’ve decided to break with him for good.’
The face she turned to him was haunted.
‘I do wish I could. But it’s not so easy. Jack’s determined to marry me.’
‘Not against your will, surely?’ he was aghast.
‘It’s so hard to be sure what I really want. You see, however angry, however sure of myself I am when I tell him to go, it doesn’t last. For a day or two I feel quite exultant, then those terrible feelings come back. It’s already started.’
Trix looked away and began to stab the tip of her umbrella into the moist earth beyond the tiles of the porch.
‘What feelings?’
