They hesitated a moment and Maurice seemed about to launch himself at Robert, but his father laid a restraining hand on his arm.

A step and the elder Rodaine hesitated.
"I 'm only going because of your father," he said gruffly, with a glance toward Anita.
Fairchild knew differently, but he said nothing.

The gray of Rodaine's countenance told where his courage lay; it was yellow gray, the dirty gray of a man who fights from cover, and from cover only.
"Oh, I know," Anita said.

"It's--it's all right.

I--I 'm sorry.
I--did n't realize that I was screaming--please forgive me--and go, won't you?
It means my father's life now." "That's the only reason I am going; I 'm not going because--" "Oh, I know.