Gravely, for a moment, she considered the astonishing statement.
"Heavens, the time!" Her eyes over his shoulder had found the clock.
"Only a little after twelve." He didn't stir from the stand he'd taken in front of her.
"You don't realize how much there is to do," she pleaded. Then, as he stood there so immovable, she made the best of it. "I believe, after all, I'll tell you."
"Better," he agreed.
"Well, only half an hour ago we decided Greta couldn't go alone. I'm going with her."
All his life he would remember what he went through in those next seconds.
"Julian,"—she threw in with a hurried glance at Napier's face—"Julian thinks it will be all right."
"You imagine you'll be allowed to go?" Napier said, with infinitely more firmness than he felt.
"Who would try to prevent?"