“Yes.”
“He’ll only laugh.”
“Beg him for your sake to yield.”
“But what have I to do with it?”
“Very much, I think. It will be better that he yields—really.”
She raised her eyes to his.
“We do not want a scandal, do we?”
“But—”
“If it should come to a fight between Dick Garstin and me there might be a scandal.”
“But my name wouldn’t—”