"I was wrong to grumble to you," she answered. "You have worries enough of your own. I release you from your pledge."
"I will not be released," he said.
That night Clare Trojan, before going to bed, went into Garrett's room. He was working at his book, and, as usual, hinted that to take such advantage of his good-nature by her interruption was unfair.
"I suppose to-morrow morning wouldn't do instead, Clare—it's a bit late."
"No, it wouldn't—I want you to listen to me. It's important."
"Well?" He seated himself in the most comfortable chair and sighed. "Don't be too long."
She was excited and stood over him as though she would force him to be interested.
"It's too much, Garrett. It's got to stop."
"What?"
"Harry. Some one must speak to him."