"Yes, but"—
"And you haven't attempted any explanation with her?"
"No, but"—
Thinkright patted the arm near him.
"Can't have my little girl show the white feather like that. You and Edna both know how to think. There isn't any power that can prevent your meeting on the right ground, and there is nothing hidden that shall not be revealed. The truth, even about this trifle, whatever it may be, will set you free."
"Is this a secret session?" asked Judge Trent as the two men approached.
Sylvia's speaking countenance seemed to say that it was; but Thinkright arose and shook hands with John.
"Edna's invited me to come back with these young people," said the lawyer. "She wanted you instead, I believe, but for reasons I'll go first, if you have no objection."
"None in the world," returned his cousin, "for I couldn't stay away just now."
"Sylvia, I think you'd better pack your bag," went on Judge Trent. "Time is flying."