"No—no—of course not. I only meant—"
She stopped. Her father eyed her keenly.
"What did you mean?"
"I meant—" She paused, choosing her words carefully. "He mayn't take it lying down."
The millionaire's chin shot out grimly.
"You mean he'll fight the case? Let him! But, as a matter of fact, you're wrong. He won't fight. Any solicitor he consults will tell him he hasn't a leg to stand upon."
"You don't think"—she hesitated—"I mean—out of sheer spite against me—he might, try to make it awkward?"
Her father looked at her in some astonishment.
"Fight the case, you mean?"
He shook his head.