“I have arranged to.”
“Doesn’t your great case come on this afternoon, or tomorrow morning?”
“Yes.”
Denton’s grave face did not change. “I see,” he said, and turned a little aside.
Then Hal, who had the telegram in her hand, held it out to him.
“This has just come.”
He read it, and his face cleared joyously.
“Why, that is splendid news—don’t you think so?” And he regarded Hal with a slightly puzzled air.
“I hardly know what to think,” Hal said. “Yesterday she was very ill.”
“Ah, but you had to leave early,” reassuringly, “and she may have been gaining strength all the afternoon, and had a very good night. What are you going to do?” looking at Alymer.