"The great danger is her own attitude," said Miss Bennett to Eleanor. "She doesn't seem to care whether she's convicted or not." Lydia moved her shoulders with a gesture that confirmed Miss Bennett's impression, and then suddenly turned. "I don't believe you want me for a few minutes, Mr. Wiley. I want to speak to Eleanor." She dragged her friend away with her to her own little sitting room upstairs. Here her calm disappeared. "Aren't lawyers terrible, Eleanor? Here I am--I've killed a man! Why shouldn't I go to prison? I'm not quixotic. I didn't want to be convicted, but Wiley shocks me, assuming that I can't be because I'm a woman and rich and he can play on the jury." "I should not say that he assumed that you were safe, Lydia." "Oh, yes, he does! Don't be like Benny. She sees me in stripes at once. What Wiley means is that as long as I am fortunate enough to have the benefit of his services I'm perfectly safe, not because I did not mean to kill Drummond, but because he, Wiley, will make the jury cry over me. Isn't that disgusting?" "Yes, it is," said Eleanor. "Oh, Eleanor, you are such a comfort!" said Lydia, and began to cry. Eleanor had never seen her cry before. She did it very gently, without sobs, and after a few minutes controlled herself again, and tucked away her handkerchief and said, "Do you think everyone would hate to have a car that had killed someone! I shall never drive again, and yet I couldn't sell it--couldn't take money for it. Will you accept it, Eleanor? You wouldn't have to drive the way I did, you know." Eleanor, pleading the shortness of her sight, declined the car. "You ought to go back and talk to Mr. Wiley, my dear." Lydia shrugged her shoulders. "I don't care much what happens to me," she said. Eleanor hesitated. She saw suddenly that what she was about to say was the principal object of her visit. "Lydia, I hope that you will come out all right, but you don't know Dan O'Bannon as I do, and----" "You think he will want to convict me?" "Not you personally, of course. But he believes in the law. He wants to believe in its honesty and equality. He suffered last month, I know, in convicting a delivery-wagon driver, and his offense wasn't half as flagrant as yours. Oh, Lydia, have some imagination! Don't you see that his own honor and democracy will make him feel it more his duty to convict you than all the less conspicuous criminals put together?" A strange change had taken place in Lydia during this speech. At the beginning of it she had been shrunk into a corner of a deep chair; but as Eleanor spoke life seemed to be breathed into her, until she sat erect, grew tense, and finally rose to her feet. "You mean there would be publicity, political advantage, in sending a person in my position to prison?"