The cheerful ring of her obviously
spontaneous mirth shattered the theory which the judge was building up.
"No," she said; "he has not. Quite the contrary. Oh, Uncle Gilbert, I
must tell you. It's too funny. He warned me in the most solemn way
that I wasn't to attempt to make love to him."
"In spite of all you say, Milly, he must be stark mad."
"No. He thought, he really did think, that I wanted to flirt with him,
and he told me not to. He said he couldn't have it. I was awfully
angry with him at the time. No one ever said such a thing to me
before. It was the first day he called here."
"Does he often call here?"
"Nearly every day. He was here this afternoon while we were up the
river. He said he wanted to see me on most important business."
"I wish I'd seen him."
"You will soon. He's sure to come to-morrow."
"If he does," said the judge, "I'll take the opportunity of having a
talk with him. But tell me more about that curious incident, Milly.
Are you sure he doesn't want to make love to you?"
"Quite. I couldn't possibly be mistaken. Besides, he's married. He
told me that in the most insulting way, so as to prevent my making any
attempt to marry him myself.
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