"No," replied James firmly; "it must have been your gesture. That is a very intelligent dog, and dogs have imagination. He imagined something wrong."
"I hope it was that," said Clemency faintly. "It seems to me I should die if I thought that terrible man were hanging about the house. It is bad enough never to be able to go out of doors."
"Doctor Gordon says I may take you out driving some evening," said James consolingly.
Clemency looked at him with a brightening face. "Did he?"
"Yes."
Then to James's utter surprise Clemency broke down, and began to cry. "Oh," she wailed, "I don't know as I want to go. I am afraid all the time. If we were out driving, and he came up to the horse's head, what could we do?"
"He would get a cut across the face that he would remember," James returned fiercely.
"But he would see me."
"It would be dark."
"He might have a lantern."