"Was it at Judge Randolph Wilson's?" asked Griswold instantly.
"Why, yes, it was at Judge Wilson's, Mr. Griswold. How did you know?"
"I didn't know; I guessed; for I have sat at that table myself. The judge says grace twice when there's to be ham—once before soup, then again before ham."
"Then thanksgiving after the ham would be perfectly proper!"
Miss Osborne was studying Griswold carefully, then she laughed, and her attitude toward him, that had been tempered by a certain official reserve, became at once cordial.
"Are you the Professor Griswold who is so crazy about pirates? I've heard the Wilsons speak of you, but you don't look like that."
"Don't I look like a pirate? Thank you! I had an appointment at Judge Wilson's office this morning to talk over a case in which I'm interested."
"I remember now what he said about you. He said you really were a fine lawyer, but that you liked to read about pirates."
"That may have been what he said to you; but he has told me that the association of piracy and law was most unfortunate, as it would suggest unpleasant comments to those who don't admire the legal profession."