“Yes, my child.”
“And he must have legal advice to counteract all this cruel charge that has been brought against him. Poor fellow! so troubled as he has been of late.”
The doctor looked at her with the lines in his forehead deepening.
“If they had given him time he would have proved to them how false all these attacks are. But we are wasting time. The lawyer, father, and he will have to be paid. You will help me, dear; we must have some money.”
The doctor exchanged glances with his wife.
“You have some, of course?” he said, turning to Millicent.
“I? No. Robert has been so pressed lately. But you will lend us all we want. You have plenty, father.”
The doctor was silent, and half turned away.
“Father!” cried Millicent, catching his hand, “don’t you turn from me in my distress. I tell you Robert is innocent, and only wants time to prove it to all the world. You will let me have the money for his defence?”
The doctor remained silent.