"Do you know, Marsh, I had a strong impulse to go, too. Would you have been astonished to see me there?" she asked tentatively.
"We won't have any of that,—do you understand?" he said with fierce authority.
"Why not? It's as right for me as it is for any one else, isn't it?"
"I won't have it!" he said, lifting his voice slightly.
She had risen and now stood leaning against the arm of his chair.
"Marsh, he didn't kill McBride; he couldn't,—he wouldn't harm a mouse!"
Her words set him raging.
"Keep quiet, will you,—what do you know about it, anyhow?" he cried with sullen ferocity.
"Don't be rude, Marsh! So you don't want me to come to the trial,—you tell me I can't?"
"Did my father say anything about this matter,—the trial, I mean?" asked Langham haltingly.