Schuyler took the papers, drawing them to him.
"That's all," he said, curtly. "You may go."
"But—"
"I said you might go."
Parks still hesitated. Schuyler looked at him angrily.
"I merely wished to say," Parks spoke deferentially, even soothingly, and possibly a bit reluctantly, "that there is a lady—"
Schuyler interrupted, quickly.
Parks nodded.
"Yes, sir. The lady."
Schuyler said, eyes closing a little: