"I have not promised to marry any one in Indiana," said Jud, slowly, cruelly, deliberately.
"Then, you are free as air?" asked Converse, a chill in his heart.
"Or as foul," said Sherrod.
"Sherrod, is this girl down in the country in love with you?"
"You mean the one I spoke of?" asked Jud, his head swimming.
"Yes, the one you spoke of."
"'My dear fellow, the girl I spoke of has been married for three years. I am very sure she loves her husband."
"Thank God for that, Jud. I was afraid you were forgetting her, just as Celeste said you might. It wouldn't be right to break her heart, you know."
"Excellent advice," said Jud.
"Have you seen Celeste since Sunday? I saw you together at St. James'."