"If you wish to go, I will take you to-morrow." Warden made a brief gesture as of one who submits to the inevitable, and turned away.
Fletcher held out his hand to Adela with finality.

"Good-night," he said.
"Are you really going to take us to-morrow ?" she said.
"Yes," said Fletcher.
She beamed upon him.

"What time shall we be ready ?" He did not refer to Dot.

"At five o'clock," he said.

"I shall be busy at the court all day.