Clancy dissembled.
"I think that you both are the most wonderful, dearest—— You make me want to cry," she finished.
The judge squared his shoulders. A twinkle stood in his eye.
"It's a way I have. The women always weep over me."
His wife sniffed. She spoke to Clancy.
"The man never can remember his waist-measurement."
The judge fought hard against a grin.
"My wife marvels so at her good luck in catching me that she tries to make it appear that she didn't catch much, after all."
Mrs. Walbrough sniffed again.
"'Luck?' In catching you!"