“For Glenn.”
CHAPTER XII
A CONDITIONAL SURRENDER
Judge Blair and Lavinia returned home Saturday.
“I guess it’s no use,” the judge said to Mrs. Blair when she had followed him up stairs, where he had gone to wash off the dust he had accumulated during the six hours the train had consumed in jerking itself from Sandusky to Macochee.
“No, I could see how relieved she was to get home,” replied Mrs. Blair, musing idly out of the window. She was not so sure that she was pleased with the result she had done her part to accomplish.
“I guess you were right,” the judge said.
“I?” asked Mrs. Blair, suddenly turning round.
“Yes—in saying that it would be best not to dignify it by too much notice. That might only add to its seriousness.”
Mrs. Blair looked out of the window again.
“Of course,” the judge went on presently, “I wouldn’t want it considered as an engagement.”