“It must be done at present.”
“Must is a strong term, Mr. Fitler. I decline to be governed by it.”
“Which means that you will not explain. Or else that you cannot. Your refusal gives me a disagreeable duty, Mr. Elkton.”
“Which is?” replied John, coolly.
“To arrest you, on a criminal charge,” said Mr. Fitler, laying his hand heavily on John’s shoulder.
CHAPTER XIV.
WILL’S REVELATION.
It was Jennie Arlington’s first trouble, and it was a deep one. She was proud, in her way; that rare pride which shrinks from disgrace as from a pestilence, yet is conjoined with a sterling honesty that clings to the right, even through disgrace.
Her life, so far, had been sunny, and this sudden descent into the shadow of a great cloud was doubly hard to bear. But there was in her nature powers which had never yet been developed, and which rose within her to meet this crisis in her life.
She sat brooding in the library, looking out over the bright June flowers in the garden, yet seeing only shadow there, when her reverie was broken by a servant announcing a visitor.