Daniel went white.
“Emily has no right to say that.” Involuntarily his hands clenched at his sides, but he gripped himself. “You’ve had a lesson, Leigh. You keep your hands off!”
The boy rose sullenly, his face still flushed.
“I owe her everything,” he said.
“Not quite,” Daniel retorted dryly. “You owe something to Judge Jessup and the jury.”
Leigh seemed to be deaf to this. He went sulkily to the door and opened it.
“I think William’s a brute,” he remarked in a low voice. “She loves him—I know she loves him, and she’s his wife!”
He went out and slammed the door.
XXV
Virginia hung up the telephone receiver with an expression of keen relief. She had just heard of Leigh’s acquittal.