"And what of my father?" he added instantly.
She told him. Mr. Audrey was in Derby, still sick from his fit. He was in Mr. Columbell's house. She had not seen him.
"Robin," she said (and she used the old name, utterly unknowing that she did so), "we must speak with Mr. Biddell presently about your case. But there is a word or two I have to say first. We can have two hours here, if you wish it."
Robin put his hands behind him on to the table and jumped lightly, so that he sat on it, facing her.
"If you will not sit on the table, Mr. Biddell, I fear there is only that block of wood."
He pointed to a, block of a tree set on end. It served him, laid flat, as a pillow. The lawyer went across to it.
"The judges, I hear, are come to-night," said the priest.
She bowed.
"Yes; but your case will not be up for three or four days yet."
"Why, then, I shall have time—"