The Judge stopped on the way to his desk.
"Mary—she won't like this."
Laurence was at the door, and turned a disturbed look on the Judge.
"No, she won't. She liked Mrs. Barclay."
"She won't like our defending him."
"I'll explain—there's a lot she doesn't know—I'll tell her and she'll understand." Carlin's tone had not much conviction.
"Well, perhaps," said the Judge dubiously.