“Did you win that case, Dan?”
His face lit up.
“Yes. Just heard the verdict. We’ve got it, mother!”
She flushed with pleasure.
“Dan, the judge says you’ll be a great man some day. You’re a born orator!”
“Nonsense!” said Daniel, but he blushed.
It seemed to his mother’s anxious eyes that he was less worn and tired than usual; but her mind was full of other things.
“Dan,” she began in a low, horrified voice, “have you seen anything? I mean—Fanchon and that—that man?”
Daniel shook his head.
“I’m too busy, mother.”