“Well, I think we ought to tell her.”
“Very well then. Go in and tell her. You can’t.”
“I will.”
“No. Sit down. Look here. I used to know Howard, the present Governor, years ago. Suppose this. Suppose I could get him to waive the arrest. That is, if we find an arrest has been ordered. And we could persuade. I want to spare that poor girl. He might get them to settle, give him an appointment—anything. Make him his secretary.”
“And what sort of life would Olivia have?”
“A better one than on the Main, surely.”
“It’s a difficult row to hoe.”
“It is.”
“Let’s make a sangaree. Will you have some if I make some?”
“No. Let’s go into this with clear heads. It might be better to tell Olivia. But it’ll break her heart.”