"Yes."
"You have read it?"
"Quite so."
"Then you—know?"
"Yes."
"Well? And what then? What are you going to do about it?"
"I am going to read my grandfather's Journal aloud, now, here—I mean, that portion of it that relates to you."
Madam Crewe straightened to a military stiffness. "You are going to do nothing of the sort," she averred stoutly.
"Indeed I am."
"I'll not permit it. I'll send Katherine from the room."