She rose suddenly to her feet and glanced at the clock.
"What a day you must have had!" she exclaimed. "You are not going to look at my Sheffield figures, even, before the morning. Oh, you'll be surprised when you see them! You've a wonderful case. Some of the fortunes that have been made there—that are being made there now—are barbaric. I mustn't talk about it, or I shall get angry. Listen, there's Aaron."
They heard the sound of his latch-key. A moment later he entered the room. He looked anxiously at Maraton; Julia he scarcely noticed.
"I took him home," he announced. "He never spoke a word the whole way; seemed stupid. I shouldn't be surprised if he hadn't got a little concussion.
"Did you send for a doctor?" Maraton asked.
"His landlady was going to do that," Aaron continued. "It was all I could do to sit in the cab by his side. I wish—yes, I almost wish that he'd never got up from that carpet."
"Thanks," Maraton replied. "I didn't come over here to fill the inside of an English prison!"
"Prison!"
Aaron's expression of contempt was sublime.
"There's nothing they could have done to you, sir. All the same, I only wish that your blow had killed him."