"I'm sorry, too, Huber. Good-night."
§10. "Betty," said Luke, as the girl nestled against him in the darkness of the cab that drove them toward her home, "this is going to be a hard battle."
"Then you'll win because you're right."
"I'm not so sure."
Her arms went round his neck.
"I don't care whether you win or not," she whispered, "so long as you ought to win."
§11. Forbes was waiting for them in the library. His rapidly-graying hair was disordered, and his face was even more worried than Nelson's had been.
"You'd better run to bed, dear," he said to Betty as he kissed her. "It's late, and I've some heavy business to talk about to Luke."
"I'm wide awake," protested Betty. "I couldn't sleep if I did go to bed. I'll sleep late to-morrow."
"But then there is the business we must talk about."