"Well, for my part, Miss Lacey," he said, leaning his head back definitely, "I think some well-distributed extravagance isn't so disreputable."
"Perhaps not," she returned, "but if you were a lone spinster without a bank account you might have your doubtful moments."
There was a hint of childlike excitement in the speaker's manner which Dunham found rather touching.
"Don't pretend to me that you ever have doubtful moments," he said, regarding the alert face with curiosity as to how it had appeared in those days when Judge Trent had wanted "just that one girl."
"My!" exclaimed Miss Lacey. "I'm having a doubtful moment right now; not one, but dozens! I'm on the most ticklish errand of my life. That's what I called on Judge Trent about the other day."
"That's right," commented Dunham gravely. "Never move without legal advice."
"And if I'd had any idea I was going to meet you, I'd have brought your handkerchief. I've done it up as smooth as satin."
"How good of you!"
"And it's pretty near as fine as satin, too; and that worked monogram is a beauty; but it's lucky you're a lawyer, for it would take one to figure out what the letters are;—but you needn't tell your sweetheart I said so."
Dunham laughed. "I won't. It would break her heart."