“Helen has not been misinformed, nor has she overestimated anything,” returned Bayard quietly.
“Is it a mob you fear?”
“Possibly; but probably nothing of the kind. My chief danger is one from which it is impossible to escape.”
“And that is?”—
“Something underhanded. There is a personal element in it.”
Bayard rose, as if he would bring the conversation to a check.
“There is nothing to be done,” he said, “nothing whatever. Everything shall go on, precisely as it is arranged. I shall not run from them.”
“You do not think wise to defer the dedication—for a time?”
“Not an hour! The dedication will take place a week from Sunday.”