'
'You forget that the case will not be tried in open court,' said Arthur.
Haddo looked at him steadily. He did not answer for a moment.
'You're quite right,' he said at last, with a little smile. 'I had
forgotten that.'
'Then I need not detain you longer.'
Oliver Haddo got up. He passed his hand reflectively over his huge face.
Arthur watched him with scornful eyes. He touched a bell, and the servant
at once appeared.
'Show this gentleman out.'
Not in the least disconcerted, Haddo strolled calmly to the door.
Arthur gave a sigh of relief, for he concluded that Haddo would not show
fight. His solicitor indeed had already assured him that Oliver would not
venture to defend the case.
Margaret seemed gradually to take more interest in the proceedings, and
she was full of eagerness to be set free. She did not shrink from the
unpleasant ordeal of a trial. She could talk of Haddo with composure. Her
friends were able to persuade themselves that in a little while she would
be her old self again, for she was growing stronger and more cheerful;
her charming laughter rang through the little house as it had been used
to do in the Paris studio.
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