“Nay, there is one point,” said Leon meditating, “from which we can look and see something besides the impossible.”
“And where is it?”
“You shall know in good time; but first I must talk to your father, and to your husband.”
“You?”
“Yes. I will speak with him—or with his uncles who are honourable and respectable men. Can you imagine no way in which the matter may be settled without flying, or going to law?”
“By my going to him?”
“Without even that.”
“I know of none.”
“But I do.”
“Then you know of some way of working miracles.—No, no miracle will do here. The only real miracle is flight.”