“A true friend would be there every day,” he urged—“to back up his old chum.”
“Business!” returned Dion laconically.
“What’s your real reason against it?”
“Well, Rosamund hates this kind of case. I spoke to her about it the other day.”
“What did she say?”
“That she was delighted you had something to do, and that she hoped, if Mrs. Clarke were innocent, she’d win. She pities her for being dragged through all this mud.”
“Yes?”
“She said at the end that she hoped I wouldn’t think her unsympathetic if she neither talked about the case nor read about it. She hates filling her mind with ugly details and horrible suggestions.”
“I see.”
“You know, Guy, Rosamund thinks—she’s told me so more than once—that the mind and the soul are very sensitive, and that—that they ought to be watched over, and—and taken care of.”