“I?” Roberts smiled, his slow smile. “I’m her lawyer and—abstract. Besides, her father is wealthy. There’d be a fat fee if she returned to him.” 182
“You forget that I apologized.”
“That’s right. I’m always forgetting.” Apparently he did not remember even yet.
“You’ve neglected to answer my question,” impatiently. “I repeat: what are you going to do about it?”
“I asked your solution first. Do you give it up?”
“Yes,” with a little gesture; “I give it up.”
Darley Roberts smiled; a contagious, convincing smile.
“Very well, I’ll try then,” he said. “I shan’t promise anything. I’ll simply try.”
“Try how?”
Again Roberts smiled; but through whimsically narrowed lids now.