"No! It wouldn't be fitting!"
"But I'm going."
"Then I'll go along."
"No, I'll go alone."
He had protested, of course, but his very next words showed that he was ready to give in.
"When shall you go?" he asked.
"Now. There isn't much time. The grand jury--what is it the grand jury does?"
"It sits next week, and Eades will lay the case before it then--unless--"
"Unless I can stop him."
There had been a little intense, dramatic moment when the waiter was out of the room and she had risen, buttoning her jacket and drawing on her gloves, and her father had stood before her.