Corry whistled.
"My dear, she'll have to know some time. As you say, he's in it, head over ears. No use your trying to pull him back!"
"It'll kill her!" cried Marcia, passionately; "what's left of her, after you've done!"
Coryston lifted his eyebrows and looked long and curiously at his sister. Then he slowly got up from the grass and took a seat beside her.
"Look here, Marcia, do you think—do you honestly think—that I'm the aggressor in this family row?"
"Oh, I don't know—I don't know what to think!"
Marcia covered her face with her hands. "It's all so miserable!—" she went on, in a muffled voice. "And this Glenwilliam thing has come so suddenly! Why, he hardly knew her, when he made that speech in the House six weeks ago! And now he's simply demented! Corry, you must go and argue with him—you must! Persuade him to give her up!"
She laid her hand on his arm imploringly.
Coryston sat silent, but his eyes laughed a little.
"I don't believe in her," he said at last, abruptly. "If I did, I'd back Arthur up through thick and thin!"