“I understand.”
“One word more.” But he let several moments pass before he spoke it, and he wet his lips continually. “Remember, I am still your friend. Though I cannot take the case, I shall be glad, in a private way, to advise you upon any matters you may care to lay before me.”
“You are very good.”
“Then you accept?”
“How can I refuse? Thank you.”
He accompanied her down the stairway and to the door. Heavy-hearted, she returned home. This was sad news to bring her father, whom but half an hour before she had so confidently cheered; and she knew not in what fresh direction to turn for aid.
She went straight up to her father’s room. With him she found a stranger, who had a vague, far-distant familiarity.
The two men rose.
“This is my daughter,” said Doctor West.
The stranger bowed slightly.