When I heard what Donovan said, I silently breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Arton, saying, "That depends on Mr. Arton.”

Arton no longer looked at me with the hostility he had when he first came home.

He appeared to be bewildered, helpless, and even pleading...

A man in his thirties who had been accustomed to recklessness now looked like a child who had made a mistake. He glanced at his father helplessly.

I looked at Georgina and asked, "What about you, Mrs. Georgina? Are you satisfie