As if involuntarily she spoke. "What is the danger?"
Hill turned to her. "There is no danger," he said, curtly. "If you wish
to go, I will take you to-morrow."
Warden made a brief gesture as of one who submits to the inevitable, and
turned away.
Fletcher held out his hand to Adela with finality. "Good-night," he said.
"Are you really going to take us to-morrow?" she said.
"Yes," said Fletcher.
She beamed upon him. "What time shall we be ready?"
He did not refer to Dot. "At five o'clock," he said. "I shall be busy at
the court all day. I will come and fetch you."
He shook hands with Dot, and his face softened. "Good-night," he said.
"Go to bed quickly! You're very tired."
She gave him a fleeting smile, and turned to go. She was tired to the
soul.
Adela caught her by the arm as they ascended the stairs. "You little
quiet mouse, what's the matter? Aren't you enjoying the adventure?"
Dot's face was sombre. "I think I am too tired to enjoy anything
to-night," she said.
"Tired! And no work to do! Why, what has come to you?" Adela surveyed her
with laughing criticism.
"Let's go to bed!" said Dot. "I'll tell you when we get there."
Something in tone or words stirred Adela. She refrained from further
bantering and gave her mind to speedy preparations for bed.
Then, as at last they were about to separate, she put a warm arm about
the girl and held her close.
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