“Now, Alicia, he didn’t——”
“He did—and right at a time when it could hurt your chance to be district attorney.”
“District attorney?” repeated the Judge and laughed—a little sadly, but bravely. “Aw, wal! I can wait t’ be district attorney.”
“You see! It’s so! It’s so! He’s taken your money to get himself out of his trouble! The coward!”
“Alicia! You’re turnin’ on the boy! Please don’t let a little thing like this come between you an’ Homer.”
“Between me and Homer!” she exclaimed in surprise. “What makes you say that, Gid?”
“W’y, you come here that day an’ tole me about him gamblin’, an’ cried.”
She laid a white hand on his sleeve. “I knew this whole thing was coming, Gid, and you’d be the one to suffer.”
“Me?” he questioned.
“Homer Scott! I never did like him, and I’ve hated to see you wasting yourself on him. What does he care about you, or your ambitions, or your dreams?”