The lawyer said nothing. He still stared at her in a strange, absent-minded kind of way, until finally she lost patience. Boldly she said:
"Well, you sent for me. What do you want to see me about, judge?"
"I want to tell you that you mustn't come here again," he answered.
"Anything else?" she exclaimed.
The judge began to fuss with the papers on his desk, as he usually did when embarrassed for words.
"Of course," he stammered, "you will be amply compensated."
"Of course," she cried. Rising from her chair, she shrugged her shoulders, and said:
"Oh, well, this is not my lucky day. They wouldn't let me into the prison to see Howard to-day. Captain Clinton doesn't like me. He has always tried to prevent my seeing Howard, but I'll see him to-morrow, captain or no captain. He can make up his mind to that!"
The lawyer looked up at her.
"Poor girl—you are having a hard time, aren't you?"