“Then somebody's got to decide for you. The thing for you to do is to stay right here, Sidney. People know you on the Street. Nobody here would ever accuse you of trying to murder anybody.”
In spite of herself, Sidney smiled a little.
“Nobody thinks I tried to murder him. It was a mistake about the medicines. I didn't do it, Joe.”
His love was purely selfish, for he brushed aside her protest as if she had not spoken.
“You give me the word and I'll go and get your things; I've got a car of my own now.”
“But, Joe, they have only done what they thought was right. Whoever made it, there was a mistake.”
He stared at her incredulously.
“You don't mean that you are going to stand for this sort of thing? Every time some fool makes a mistake, are they going to blame it on you?”
“Please don't be theatrical. Come in and sit down. I can't talk to you if you explode like a rocket all the time.”
Her matter-of-fact tone had its effect. He advanced into the room, but he still scorned a chair.