“I can’t answer that,” she replied musingly, “at least not yet. All I know is that this is our one chance.”
“Our one chance?”
“Yes—Hugh’s and mine.”
Stephen Pryde winced. Hers and Hugh’s! They two linked by her, and always. “Yours and Hugh’s,” he said acidly. “Yes, but, Helen, aren’t you forgetting?”
“Forgetting what?”
“Your father’s wishes.”
“Oh,” she returned impatiently, “that was when he believed Hugh guilty; if he proves his innocence——”
“He hasn’t proved it yet,” Stephen broke in viciously.
“But he will,” she said firmly. “Stephen, I am sure he will. You—you wouldn’t wish to stand between us then?”
“Don’t you understand, Helen,” Pryde retorted, “that this is just what your father wanted to save you from? He realized that, if you ever came under Hugh’s influence again, he would make you believe in him.”