And having built up her pride, she had lived in it, using this very notion as her excuse and justification.

She ran no risk, she had felt.
'Clarice!' The name was shouted impatiently from the hall, and came to them quite audibly through the half-opened door.

But neither she nor Drake seemed to hear it.

They stood looking silently into each other's eyes.
At last she began to speak, and as she spoke, her sense of disappointment diminished and died.

She became conscious again of the suffering which his cry had confessed.