Overton looked up.
“I see no reason why I shouldn’t, unless—unless you think she—she would rather I didn’t go.”
A quizzical light showed in the doctor’s eyes.
“Are you still in love with her, my son? Are you going there to—help matters along?”
“I’m still in love with her,” Overton replied, coloring deeply. “I told her so when we met. That’s the worst of it! I had no idea she was married; and she let me know she didn’t care for me.”
“Because she was married?”
Overton thought deeply.
“I’m afraid it was because she couldn’t.”
“Then I should think you have no reason to stay away—if the judge wants to see you.”
“I want to see him, but I want to see her more—that’s the truth! It’s an infatuation, of course—without excuse, too. She let me know that when I saw her in the mountains.”