"I am only asking you to wait. A night may change everything. It can't make her name blacker; it may save you."
"Suppose it changes nothing; suppose no alibi is proved; suppose they do indict! How would my delay look then? Can't you see that my way is the only way? Don't think I'm not counting the cost." Her voice wavered and she shut her eyes against his unnerving face which seemed to have shed its boyishness forever, against this room which everywhere bespoke the future she jeopardized. "I do! I do! But we must go—go at once."
His face set sternly.
"I refuse."
"Craig!"
"I refuse. This morning, when we had no way to turn, I was ready to stand by you. But now—now I wash my hands of it all. If you go—"
Her face turned ashen.
"If I go?" she repeated.
"You go alone."
"And afterward?"