“Perhaps she has had as much as I deserve. You know I have, to put it frankly, rather broken the record of an honorable family for—”
“For what?”
“For honor, dear.”
Then Anna broke out, passionately. “I don't care! I don't care!” she cried. “I don't care what she thinks; I don't care what anybody thinks! I don't care what you do or don't do, you are the best man that ever lived, Arthur.” She began to weep suddenly, feeling blindly for her handkerchief.
Carroll pulled her head against his shoulder. “Dear,” he whispered, “don't; you must not, darling, you are worn out. You are not well.”
“Arthur, are you sure—are you sure that you have not rendered yourself liable? Arthur, are you sure that they cannot arrest you for anything you have done this time?”
“Quite sure, Anna.”
“You have looked out for that?”
“Yes.”
“They can't arrest you?”