"You shall not say it," she interrupted her. "I will. There is a reason
now why you cannot stay here--why you shall not stay here. That was why
I begged you to go. You must go, even if I stay behind alone."
Never had the beautiful Miss Vanderpoel's eyes worn so fully their look
of being bluebells under water. That this timid creature should so stand
at bay to defend her was more moving than anything else could have been.
"Thank you, Rosy--thank you," she answered. "But you shall not be left
alone. You must go, too. There is no other way. Difficulties will be
made for us, but we must face them. Father will see the situation from
a practical man's standpoint. Men know the things other men cannot
do. Women don't. Generally they know nothing about the law and can be
bullied into feeling that it is dangerous and compromising to inquire
into it. Nigel has always seen that it was easy to manage women. A
strong business man who has more exact legal information than he
has himself will be a new factor to deal with. And he cannot make
objectionable love to him. It is because he knows these things that he
says that my sending for father will be a declaration of war."
"Did he say that?" a little breathlessly.
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