She looked up—shamefaced, flushing.
"What, after the foolish woman I've—"
"If you were ever foolish, you were never less a fool than now!"
"I don't know about that," she quavered, "but anyhow I want you to straighten out my affairs—and—and Allistair, for all I care, can have—can have—for I'm all through—"
"Caroline!"
The next moment Judge Harvey's arms had usurped complete possession of her. And she wilted away upon his shoulder, and sobbed there. And thus for several moments....
They were aroused by a polite cough. Both looked up. Halfway to the door stood Mr. Pyecroft; and beside him was Miss Gardner, gazing at him, tremulously bewildered.
"Pardon me," said he, in his grave manner; nothing was ever seen less suggestive of having ever smiled than his face—"pardon me, Judge Harvey, but I believe you failed to mention at what time your office opens."
"What time my office opens?" Judge Harvey repeated blankly. "Why?"
"Naturally," said Mr. Pyecroft, "I wish to know at what hour I am supposed to report for work."