"Harry, you haven't come to really care for him; it was just madness, dear, only a fancy, wasn't it?"
"What have you to say about him?"
"You must never think of him again, dear; you must forget him forever!"
"Why?"
"Harry—"
"Donald, I am not a child. If you have something to say which you consider hard for me to hear, tell it to me at once."
"Very well. Perhaps that is best. Dear, either this man whom you have known as Eaton will never be found or, if he is found, he cannot be let to live. You understand?"
"Why? For the shooting of Cousin Wallace? He never did that! I don't believe that; I don't think Father believes that; you'll never make any jury believe that. So if that's all you have to tell me, let me go!"
She struggled again but Avery held her. "I was not talking about that; that's not necessary—to bring that against him."
"Necessary?"