“I hope you don’t change.”
“Why so glum? What are you trying to say? After all you got me into this.”
“I know I did and I think I was right. It’s only that this evening I felt ... well, I don’t know. Perhaps I’m getting a bit on edge.” She smiled and, through all the youth and health, I saw that she was anxious and ill-at-ease.
“That business about the accident?”
“Mainly, yes. The lawyers say that now that the old man’s all right he’ll try to collect damages. He’ll sue Cave.”
“Nasty publicity.”
“The worst. It’s upset John terribly ... he almost feels it’s an omen.”
“I thought we were dispensing with all that, with miracles and omens.” I smiled but she did not.
“Speak for yourself.” She got up and pushed at the coals with the fire shovel. “Paul says he’ll handle everything but I don’t see how. There’s no way he can stop a lawsuit.”
But I was tired of this one problem which was, all things considered, out of our hands in any case. I asked her about herself and Cave.