"You're so brave, sweetheart," Helen said. And looked at him admiringly.
"But it's still The Grandfather whom I fear the most." Grundy was honest enough to add.
Bowdler laid his heavy hands on each of them and said, "Courage."
Then they started on the way to their fates.
In the R.A.'s car, Pat sat between the lump of unresisting flesh that Comstock had become and the cocoonlike figure of the philosopher.
The man who was a criminal in spite of himself observed the way Pat looked down at Comstock and his harshly handsome face softened.
"My dear, perhaps it is better that he be the way he is, if what you have told me is true and you are both rebels against the bonds that chain all of us on this sorry world of ours. I fear what the Board of Fathers or The Grandfather may decide may be much worse than this condition that my question has caused."
"To die is hard, but to die without knowing that you are dying, is horrible," Pat said through clenched teeth.
"It is unmanly, I will not gainsay that." Then the man was silent.