Immediately Mrs. Davis's interest was aroused to fever pitch. With a knowing look she leaned forward, placing a hand on his arm, while she slowly and attentively dwelt upon the words on the card. "Oh, really?" she drawled. "Where will you be judge?"
"If I'm elected—in Reno."
"Will you try divorce cases?" the question was snapped out.
He nodded.
"Oh, I'm awfully glad to meet you!" she gushed, shaking his arm.
"The pleasure is mutual, believe me," he responded, placing his hand on top of hers. As she withdrew hers with a giggle, he went on, unabashed, "Do you intend remaining here long?"
"I'm in for six months." She sighed like a hurt baby.
He was all sympathy as he leaned toward her and apologized: "Oh, I'm very sorry for you, Mrs. Davis—If—"
"Oh, my case doesn't call for sympathy. Congratulations! Congratulations!" she emphasized with a long-drawn-out inflection.
"Oh!!!" he shook his head wisely, adding, laughingly, "It's that way?"