"I do perfectly. I shall be tried by court-martial, of course; they have moved already to suspend me pending the course of my trial. I want to anticipate any such possibility, that is all."
"But you will be reinstated?"
"I don't know,—nor care," he added.
"And what about us, our home, our life here," she asked with a marked concern.
"Oh! That will go on. This is your house, remember, if it comes to the worst; you are mistress here. This is your home."
"If it comes to the worst? To what?"
"Well, if I should be found guilty ... and ... sentenced."
"I should not stay here a minute," she cried, stamping her foot. "Not one minute after the trial! In this town? With that element? Not for an hour!"
"Well!" he exclaimed, making a gesture with both hands, together with a slight shrug of the shoulders.
"Where is Anderson?" she asked quickly.