"Can you give me your word of honour that I mightn't, under decent advice, have defied you?"
It made her turn very white; but now that she had said what she had said she could still hold up her head. "Certainly you might have defied me, Herbert Dodd."
"They would have told me you had no legal case?"
Well, if she was pale she was bold. "You talk of decent advice—!" She broke off, there was too much to say, and all needless. What she said instead was: "They would have told you I had nothing."
"I didn't so much as ask," her sad visitor remarked.
"Of course you didn't so much as ask."
"I couldn't be so outrageously vulgar," he went on.
"I could, by God's help!" said Kate Cookham.
"Thank you." He had found at his command a tone that made him feel more gentlemanlike than he had ever felt in his life or should doubtless ever feel again. It might have been enough—but somehow as they stood there with this immense clearance between them it wasn't. The clearance was like a sudden gap or great bleak opening through which there blew upon them a deadly chill. Too many things had fallen away, too many new rolled up and over him, and they made something within shake him to his base. It upset the full vessel, and though she
