He replaced the glasses.
"Is there anything else, my dear? If so, we can take it up over our luncheon. That is to say, I am hoping you will find it convenient and agreeable to lunch with me today."
Bowing punctilious acknowledgment of Lucinda's acceptance, he sat back and joined the fingers of both hands at his chin. "And now," he pursued—"if you don't mind satisfying an inquisitive old man—I would very much like to know what you propose to do with your freedom, when you get it."
Lucinda jumped up and turned away with a quaver of desolation.
"Ah, I wish you hadn't asked me! That's what I'm trying all the time to forget——"
"I thought so."
"The emptiness to come!... What can a woman do to round out her life when she's lost her husband and is fit for nothing but to be a wife?"
"She can find another husband. Many do."
"Marry again!" A violent movement of Lucinda's hands abolished the thought. "Never that! I'm through with love for good and all."
"No doubt," agreed the student of law and life. "But are you sure that love is through with you?"