It might be awkward for her."
"He won't," said the judge. "In his present temper he won't break out
against any one. He's almost idiotically happy. You might have seen
it in his face."
"He had a sheepish look," said Meldon. "It's a curious thing, isn't
it, Sir Gilbert, that when a man is really satisfied with himself he
gets to look like a sheep. I daresay you've noticed it, or perhaps you
haven't. In your particular line of life you come more into contact
with people who are extremely dissatisfied. Still, occasionally you
must have had a chance of seeing some one who had just had an unusual
stroke of good luck. Mrs. Lorimer, for instance"--Meldon winked at the
judge--"when the jury brought in its verdict of 'Not Guilty.' But I
really must run back for the Major."
The judge seemed disinclined to discuss Mrs. Lorimer, but he held fast
to Meldon's arm.
"After what you said to me this morning," he said, "the events of the
afternoon were not altogether a surprise, though I confess I didn't
know that my niece cared as much as she does."
"Oh, she's very keen on it."
"So it appears; but would you mind telling me how you knew that?"
"She told me so herself.
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