“No, I presume not. I don’t know who would, unless it might be Connie.”
Mrs. Blair was silent for a while in the trouble that was all the more serious because they dared not recognize its seriousness, and then she asked:
“Couldn’t you help him to something?”
“I don’t know what,” the judge replied. “There’s really no opening in a little town.”
“If you were off the bench and back in the practice—”
“Great heavens!” he interrupted her. “Don’t mention such a thing!”
“I meant that you might take him in with you.”
“I’d be looking around for some one to take me in,” the judge said. “I’m glad I haven’t the problem to face.” He enjoyed for a moment the snug sense he had in his own position and then he sighed.
“He’s young, he has that, anyway. He’ll work it out somehow, I suppose, though I don’t know how. As for us, all we can do is to have patience, and wait.”
“Yes, that’s all,” said Mrs. Blair. “I don’t believe in long engagements.”