He begged Waymark to let him remain where
he was through the night, declaring that in any case sleep was
impossible for him, and that perhaps he might try to pass the hours
in reading. They talked together for a time; then Waymark lay down
on the bed and shortly slept.
He was to be at the police court in the morning. Julian would go to
the hospital as usual.
"Shall you call at home on your way?" Waymark asked him.
"No."
"But what do you mean to do?"
"I must think during the day. I shall come to-night, and you will
tell me what has happened."
So they parted, and Waymark somehow or other whiled away the time
till it was the hour for going to the court. He found it difficult
to realise the situation; so startling and brought about so
suddenly. Julian had been the first to put into words the suspicion
of them both, that it was all a deliberate plot of Harriet's; but he
had not been able to speak of his own position freely enough to let
Waymark understand the train of circumstances which could lead
Harriet to such resoluteness of infamy. Waymark doubted. But for the
unfortunate fact of Ida's secret necessities, he could perhaps
scarcely have entertained the thought of her guilt.
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