“Is not that rather an expensive process by which to obtain a product like Loring?” asked Mr. Cameron dryly.
“I hope very much that when you see what Loring has done at Kay, you will change your mind,” said Radlett. “I understand of course what you must feel about him; but I think that he has wiped his slate clean. If two lives were lost through him at Quentin, by preventing a fight at Kay he has saved twenty.”
“Not to mention saving my life,” added Jean, rising.
“That alone should extenuate everything,” said Radlett earnestly.
He looked after Jean as she left the room to dress for dinner, admiring her proud, erect carriage, and devoutly thankful that he should have several days in which to be with her.
When she had gone, the two men resumed their seats, and proceeded to discuss the plans and business arrangements for Mr. Cameron’s prospective visit to Kay. But even while he was talking, Mr. Cameron’s decision in regard to the visit was wavering, and later, as he went upstairs, he shook his head and said to himself: “No, I can’t do it. Under the circumstances that visit is an impossibility.”
That night, when they had come upstairs from dinner, he went to Jean’s door and knocked.
“Jean,” he called.
“Yes, Father.”