Another pause. It was doubtful what thoughts were behind Judge Trent's half-closed eyes.
"My affairs aren't any more brilliant and promising as the years go by," pursued Miss Lacey. "You know as well as I do what condition I'm in to adopt Sam's girl."
She suddenly dashed some bright drops from her lashes. Indignant tears they were, brought there by the apparent futility of her appeals.
"By the way," said the judge slowly, "that visit of condolence I was intending to make on you was to be one of congratulation as well."
Martha paused, her handkerchief poised in air.
"Yes; that unfortunate investment of yours turned out all right after all. At least I secured your principal for you."
The surprised, glad color came into Martha's face. "How in the world did you manage that, Calvin!" she ejaculated.
"I'll send you the papers and cash very soon."
"I don't know how to thank you. I really don't," stammered the visitor.
She had been very angry with her erstwhile lover a minute ago. The revulsion of feeling bewildered her.