"Where is he going?"
Again he paused. As every moment took his father farther from them, so every moment was precious.
"Can you not guess?"
"What!" she cried. "You're actually putting him into an asylum?"
"It's the best place for him."
She seized his arm.
"Did you give him the alternative?"
With a chaste movement he withdrew the arm.
"I gave him an alternative, certainly."
Her black eyes seemed to pierce into his brain. He disliked being looked at like that exceedingly.