"I understand enough," said Jacqueline, in a very low voice, and kissed her cousin upon the brow.
CHAPTER XL
THE WAY OF THE TRANSGRESSOR
Rand closed the heavy ledger. "It is all straight," he said.
"It's as straight as if 'twas a winding-up forever," answered Tom. "Are you going home now?"
"Yes."
"There's almost nothing on the docket. I've seen no such general clearance since you began to practise and took me in. You say you're going to refuse the Amherst case?"
"I have refused it."
"Then," quoth Tom, "I might as well go fishing. The weather's right, and every affair of yours is so cleaned and oiled and put to rights that there's nothing here for a man to do. One might suppose you were going a long journey. If you don't want me to-morrow, I'll call on old Mat Green—"