"A lawyer isn't supposed to go bail, but I fixed it up with the squire," Dalton remarked. "It's a mere form in your case—and I thought it well not to mention the matter to anyone. Moreover, I hadn't time to get another bondsman. I knew you didn't care to be kept waiting."
Porshinger nodded.
"Have the Lorraines become reconciled?" Dalton inquired.
"Lorraine has become reconciled, the ninny—but Mrs. Lorraine hasn't, I hear. Problem, isn't it?"
"Social problem!" laughed the lawyer.—"The unforgiving offender."
Porshinger smiled. "It may be that way—I can't quite comprehend it, however. Why should Lorraine prosecute me if his wife's not reconciled to him?—and she plainly isn't, or wasn't last evening."
"Which nevertheless is not material to the issue," Dalton replied. "It is: did you commit an assault and battery on Mrs. Lorraine last night?"
"I kissed her in the Croyden conservatory," said Porshinger bluntly.
"Hum—did she know it—I mean, was the kissing with her consent?"