Sylvia's expression implored pity on the credulity of man. The Seraph was still nervously fingering his card, but no signs of emotion ruffled her calm. The face was slightly flushed, but she bent her head to hide it.
"Part friends, Seraph," she said at last, "if you're not coming to the Carstens'. Think it over, and you'll find every one will give you the same advice."
"I dare say." He pocketed the torn card and prepared to accompany her. "What would you do in my place if you believed the woman innocent?"
Sylvia shirked the question.
"Innocent women don't get into those positions."
"It is possible."
"How can she prove her innocence?"
"How do you prove her guilt?"
"I don't attempt to go behind what the Court finds."
At the door the Seraph hesitated.