Wilson nodded reflectively.
“Her husband has to be considered. She shall not go back to him.”
Dick Wilson swung himself up out of his chair, and stood staring at Jeffray with a frown upon his face. The two men looked each other in the eyes without flinching.
“Doubtless you think me mad, Dick,” said Jeffray, quietly.
Wilson bowed down his head and half turned towards the window. He laid his pipe upon the sill, thrust his hands into his breeches-pockets, and stood with sloped shoulders, the attitude of a man bowed down by thought. He appeared almost afraid of facing Jeffray. There was so much grimness in the dénouement that he flinched for the moment from hazarding an opinion.
“A grave step, sir,” he said at last.
“Grave for us both, Dick.”
“How much does the girl know?”
“She knows everything.”
“Is she ready to be advised by you?”