"With us?"
"Well--with the criminals."
"Send us to the penitentiary, I suppose."
"You are delightfully illogical, Betsy," he said, trying to laugh.
"That's all we can be," she said. "It's the only logical way."
Then they were silent, for the maid entered.
"Have we really committed a crime?" she asked, when the door swung on the maid, who came and went so unconsciously in the midst of these tragic currents. "Don't tell me--if we have."
"I don't know," said Ward. "I presume I'd rather not know. I know I've gone through enough to make me miserable the rest of my life. I know that we have settled nothing--that we have escaped nothing--except what people will say."
"Yes, mama, after all, was the only one wise enough to understand and appreciate the real significance."
"Well, there's nothing more we can do now," he replied.