"I'm of an age to take care of myself. When I need a guardian, I'll call on you. Once more I say, release your grasp."
He actually looks ugly for the moment, and Philander does let go, but it is only because, as an advance courier, he has accomplished his mission, and not on account of any fear.
As Doctor Chicago turns to follow the Sister, he draws in a long breath, for he finds himself face to face with Lady Ruth.
She has hurried up behind Philander, and near-by can be seen the British soldier and Aunt Gwen, also pushing forward as rapidly as the assembling crowd will allow.
"Doctor Craig."
Her presence recalls John to his senses.
"I am going to see my mother, Lady Ruth," he says, as if apologizing for his rudeness.
"With whom?"
"This Sister."
Lady Ruth surveys the other from her vail to the hem of her dress.