"I'm going in town to-morrow," soliloquized the judge aloud. "I might go and ask Edna Derwent."
"Who?" demanded Dunham, looking up with sudden alertness.
"Edna Derwent."
"Of Commonwealth Avenue?"
"Yes. What's the matter?"
"Nothing. I am only surprised that your calling list includes her."
"Well, now, why should you be?"
"No reason, of course," returned John, smiling, "except that she's a girl; and girls,—I thought they were all under the ban. You'll have to take your hat off, you know."
"H'm," grunted the judge again.
"I'll tell you what," suggested John, "send me there. I'll go."