"Going to leave us?" said the Judge.
"Yes, to bore and be politely bored. I want Florence to see if I look all right."
"Oh, I wonder," cried Agnes, "if any man will ever have that much confidence in me. There she is now. Florence, here's a man that wants you to put the stamp of approval upon his appearance."
Howard turned to Florence. "I wanted you to see me," he said.
"I've been looking for you," she replied.
Bradley, in an undertone, spoke to the Judge. "I can see the picture you drew of them."
"No," replied the preacher, with the light of admiration in his honest eyes.
Agnes spoke to Howard. "It must have been nearly half an hour since you and Florence saw each other. What an age," she added, with the caricature of a sigh. "But come on, Judge, you and Mr. Bradley." She led the two men away, looking back with another mock sigh at Florence.
"I may not be back till late," said Howard, "and I couldn't go without my good-night kiss."
She smiled upon him. "I knew that you had not forgotten it. And yet," she added, looking at him—"and yet I was anxious."