Instantly Mrs. Milo's weeping quieted.
"Today?" asked her brother, impatiently.
"Yes, now! Right away!" Sue got to her feet.
"Oh, Sue, there's no rush!"
Mrs. Milo, suddenly dry-eyed, came to her son's rescue. "And why should Wallace go?" she asked. "Mr. Farvel is the one."
"No! No!" he cried, scowling at her. "I won't have Alan worried."
"Mm!" commented Mrs. Milo, ruffled at having her good offices so little appreciated. "You're very considerate."
"I understand the matter better than anyone else," he explained, trying to speak more politely. "Alan can't even bear to talk about it. So—I'll go."
Sue turned to Balcome. "And you go with him," she suggested.
"But why?"—again it was a nervous, frightened protest.