As they arose the Judge looked at Agnes. "Ah, I see happiness in your face, little one. Keep it there, Bradley, for it is God-given." He took the preacher's hand. "God bless you, Bradley. You are a good fellow."
"Don't call him fellow, Mr. Judge," said the girl, pretending to pout.
"Yes, fellow," Bradley replied. "It is closer to the weakness of man."
"Closer to his heart, Bradley," said the Judge.
"Yes," said Bradley, and then he spoke to Agnes. "Come with me."
"Anywhere with you," she replied, taking his arm and looking up into his face. They passed out, and the Judge stood, waiting. William appeared at the door. "It's all right now, John."
"What's all right?"
"That date—the one that caused so much trouble one night. It was on the tenth."
"Is it finally settled?" the Judge asked, listening.
"Yes, sir, finally, and nothing can throw me off. Here comes Howard." The Judge motioned, and William withdrew. Howard's footsteps were heard. The old man stood with his face turned from the door, striving to master himself. He felt that surely he should break down. Howard stepped into the room. "Father," he said. The Judge turned, and, perfectly calm, held forth his hand. Howard grasped it. "My son, let us be masters of ourselves. Let us be strong, for you will have need of strength. I have something to tell you."