“Dan,” he said hoarsely, “what have they done to her? Where’s Fanchon?”
Daniel laid his hand on his shoulder.
“Sit down, Leigh,” he said kindly.
The boy obeyed him awkwardly. He sat there staring at his own feet, unwilling to look at his brother.
“Leigh,” said Daniel, “it’s none of our business—it’s William’s.”
“They’ve quarreled, and it’s not her fault. You know it, Dan. We’ve all been dreadful to her!”
Daniel, who was still standing, looking down at him, was silent a moment; then he spoke slowly.
“I think you’re right, Leigh, we have been; but there’s another side to this. She wouldn’t tell me where she was staying. She came to court for your sake, but she’s done with the rest of us, Leigh.”
Leigh flared up.
“Emmy says William’s going to divorce her and marry Virginia Denbigh!”