She sat down slowly.
“I wonder where I can find father,” she said, as calmly as though she were discussing some everyday event.
“You can do nothing. He knows nothing. Do you think it is kind to tell him?”
She searched his face wonderingly.
“I think you’re right. Of course you’re right, Dick. I’m sure you’re right. Father mustn’t know. Couldn’t I see him—Ray, I mean?”
Dick shook his head.
“Ella, if Ray has kept silent to save you from this, all his forbearance, all his courage will be wasted if you go to him.”
Again her lips drooped.
“Yes. It is good of you to think for me.” She put her hand on his, and he felt no tremor. “I don’t know what I can do,” she said. “It is so—stunning. What can I do?”
“You can do nothing, my dear.” His arm went round her and her tired head fell upon his shoulder.