"Do you like it?"
He did not answer at once. "I—it disturbs me. It makes me uneasy. … But I can do nothing. They've got me in the groove, and I suppose I'll move along it."
"If you would own up to it, you're unhappy. You're being made miserable…. Why, you're being treated worse than the strikers—and by your own father!… Everybody has a right to be himself."
"You say that, but father and the generations of Footes before him say the exact opposite…. However, I'm not the question. All I wanted to do was to explain to you about last night. You believe me?"
"Of course. And I shall tell—"
He shook his head. "I'd rather you didn't. Indeed, you mustn't. As long as I am here I must stick by my family. Don't you see? I wanted YOU to know. My explanation was for you alone."
Rangar appeared in the door—quietly as it was his wont to move.
"Pardon," he said. "Your father wishes to speak to you, Mr. Foote."
"One moment, Miss Frazer. I have some letters," Bonbright said, and stepped into his father's office.
"Bonbright," said his father, "Rangar has just discovered that your secretary—this Miss Frazer—lives in the same house with Dulac the strike leader…. She comes of a family of disturbers herself. Probably she is very useful to Dulac where she is. Therefore you will dismiss her at once."
"But, father—"