He was going to
open the attack at once, thus forestalling Carleton's opposition to his
land scheme.
"It isn't going to be the _Daily This_ and the _Daily That_ and the
_Weekly the Other_ all combined to down me. I'm going to tell the people
that it's Carleton and only Carleton--Carleton here, Carleton there,
Carleton everywhere, against them. I'm going to drag him out into the
open and make him put up his own fists."
Joan undertook to sound Greyson. She was sure Greyson would support him,
in his balanced, gentlemanly way, that could nevertheless be quite
deadly.
They grew less and less afraid of looking at one another as they felt
that darkened room further and further behind them.
They parted at Charing Cross. Joan would write. They agreed it would be
better to choose separate days for their visits to Folkestone.
She ran against Madge in the morning, and invited herself to tea. Her
father had returned to Liverpool, and her own rooms, for some reason,
depressed her. Flossie was there with young Halliday. They were both
off the next morning to his people's place in Devonshire, from where they
were going to get married, and had come to say good-bye.
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