“One way or the other, Phil!” she cried, firmly. “It is safety for all or disgrace for all. Now, will you go to Brussels?”
“But, my heavens, how can you explain to the world?” he cried, in deepest distress.
“I have thought of all that. Providence gave me the solution,” she said, her face beaming with the joy of victory.
“Not even Providence can supply an explanation,” he groaned.
“You forget Courant, the dead man. He cannot deny the charge if I conclude to accuse him of the crime. He is the solution!”
XXX. LOVE IS BLIND
“But Ugo can disprove it,” he said, after a moment's thought.
“Only by confessing his own duplicity,” she said, tranquilly.
“You will not marry him, Dorothy?”