"To get in?" She smiled, and he doubted. "To get in, when I sometimes wish to get out? In here it's so dull!"
"I don't care for that," he replied.
"Sit down, then," she directed. "Let us talk it over."
Seated on a bench, half-facing, each had a moment to consider. She did not take it; he did, for he was beginning to recover himself and to study her. Beauty and grace, with that direct glance and genuine voice, were her chief outward characteristics. Of her inward motives, most prominent appeared her desire for something new; more strong, perhaps, was her interest in matters beyond her sphere. This interest of hers was to him a gift of fortune; it might bring him anywhere. But to Judith this situation was new; therefore she enjoyed it. She paused no longer than to consider what she should ask him next, and then pursued the subject.
"How have you meant to go about it?" she inquired.
"Why," he hesitated, "my friends——"
"What friends?"
He acknowledged frankly: "I have but one—Mrs. Harmon."
"Oh, only Mrs. Harmon?"