An excited voice answered, all serenity thrown to the winds. "Oh, Mr. Wrenn, is it over?"
"Yes, Miss Diana, and very satisfactorily. I'm a little tired and I believe I won't make you another call to-day."
"I'm sure you must be tired," sympathetically.
"I just wanted you and Mrs. Lowell to know that you may plan to take the nine o'clock train for Portland to-morrow morning with as much freedom as if our precious uncle had passed away from the planet."
"Thank you, thank you."
"And, by the way, Miss Diana, you may tell Mr. Barrison, too."
"Oh, of course, I should."
"Do you know, I find him a very engaging young man. Why, why are your cheeks blooming so? Can't one say as much as that for relaxation after a nasty quarter of an hour?"
A soft gurgle of laughter went to the listening lawyer.
"I did not know you ever condescended to such play, Mr. Wrenn."