Don't I? It isn't every wife that'd travel away out to Reno—you know how she hates travelling—and go to a theatre—and catch a cold—and get a divorce—all for the sake of an uncongenial husband. [Suddenly getting an idea, strikes table.] I know what gave her a cold. She raised all the windows in her bedroom—for my sake!—I always kept them down for her sake. I'll have to scold her. [Bends to his writing again.] Poor little thing! She doesn't know how to take care of herself without me. I doubt if she ever will.
[Looks over telegram. A Servant comes, takes telegram, and goes.
John
Uncle Everett, I want your advice.
Judge
John! do you want a divorce?
John
No, we are not that sort, are we, Lucy? [No answer.] Are we, dear?
Lucy
[after a pause]