"That was just an hour ago," cried the little lady, brightly, "but the people are not through shouting yet. There has been a great excitement in town these last few days."
"And I knew nothing of it!" exclaimed Imogene. Suddenly she looked at Helen. "How did you hear about what took place in the court-room to-day?" she asked.
"Mr. Byrd told me."
"Ah, Mr. Byrd?"
"He came to leave a good-bye for you. He goes home this afternoon."
"I should like to have seen Mr. Byrd," said Imogene.
"Would you?" queried the little lady, quietly shaking her head. "I don't know; I think it is just as well you did not see him," said she.
But she made no such demur when a little while later Mr. Gryce was announced. The fatherly old gentleman had evidently been in that house before, and Mrs. Richmond was not the woman to withstand a man like him.
He came immediately into the room where Imogene was sitting. Evidently he thought as Helen did, that good news never hurts.
"Well!" he cried, taking her trembling hand in his, with his most expressive smile. "What did I tell you? Didn't I say that if you would only trust me all would come right? And it has, don't you see? Right as a trivet."