“We always end with the lawyers—and my lawyer doesn’t seem sure I’m right!”
“Well, I’m not sure,” said Stillford bluntly. “It’s impossible to be sure at this stage of the case.”
“For all I see, he may use my path to-morrow!” The Marchesa was justifying her boast that she could stick to a point.
“Now that you’ve lodged your objection, that won’t matter much legally.”
“It will annoy me intensely,” the Marchesa complained.
“Then we’ll stop him,” declared Colonel Wenman valorously.
“Politely—but firmly,” added Captain Irons.
“And what do you say, Mr Stillford?”
“I’ll go with these fellows anyhow—and see that they don’t overstep the law. No more than the strictly necessary force, Colonel!”
“I begin to think that the law is rather stupid,” said the Marchesa. She thought it stupid; Lynborough held it iniquitous; the law was at a discount, and its majesty little reverenced, that night.