"Free! Oh, no, she can't be allowed free."
"Very well," said Napier, relieved; "just so you understand."
"She's lost her right to freedom."
He looked at her.
"And you don't think death is better?"
"Yes, death is better for Greta, but not for us. I mean, we couldn't do it, nor let it be done as vengeance. That isn't for us."
His eyes followed her. "Where are you going?"
"Going to push the little sofa to the fire. It's bad for you to stand."
While he waited, not offering to help, just looking at her, a servant came in.
"Mr. Singleton, Miss, on the telephone. I've connected this one." The servant went out.