“That you did in the hope of bringing him to your feet.”
“Yes. It sounds insane, but women are funny like that.”
“Your immediate fear is that, in view of the attachment which you say his letter discloses, your rash communication will have the opposite effect and drive him into a certain lady’s arms.”
“Exactly,” said Katharine. “You’ve got a magician’s brain, but let that pass. What, in Heaven’s name, Mr. Forsyth, am I to do?”
“I think you must wait,” said Forsyth.
“Wait?”
The lawyer nodded.
“You must wait for him to move.”
“But he’s moving,” screamed Katharine. “He’s moving into her arms. It’s more than a million to one he’s with her now.”
“I hardly think——”