John flushed at the repetition of the word.
“I have tried to give value received for whatever benefactions have come my way,” he said, coldly. “This matter may be different; in a way it is. But not as Mr. Holliday Kendrick sees it. When a lawyer accepts a retaining fee—not for one case but for all cases which his client may give him—he is, by the ethics of his profession, honor bound to—”
“Honor!” scornfully. “Suppose we omit the 'honor'.”
“That is not easy to do. I AM my cousin's attorney. But, as Mrs. Barnes' friend and yours, I—”
Emily stamped her foot. “Friend!” she cried. “I don't care for such friends. I have heard enough. I don't wish to hear any more. You were right, Mr. Daniels. I apologize for doubting your word. Aunt Thankful, you must settle this yourself. I—I am through. I—I am going. Please don't stop me.”
She was on her way to the door of the dining-room. Heman Daniels called her name.
“One minute, Miss Howes,” he said. “I trust you will not forget you have one friend who will be only too glad to work for Mrs. Barnes' interests and yours. I am at your service.”
“Thank you, thank you, Mr. Daniels. I—I have no doubt we shall need your services. But please don't—”
John Kendrick was at her side.
“Miss Howes—Emily—” he pleaded. “Don't misunderstand me.”