William turned to Mrs. Elbridge. "Rachel, do you think he's lost what little sense he ever had."
"William," she said, "you must not talk to me that way. I won't put up with it, sir. I am sure he has as good sense as any—"
"Oh, if you are going to turn against me I guess I'd better go," he broke in, getting up. "I'll go to my brother. He at least can understand me."
The Judge was in the office. William entered, and, going up to the desk, began to rummage among some papers. "Trying to swim?" the Judge asked, looking up from a document spread out before him on the table.
"No, I'm looking for a cigar."
"I thought you were trying to swim."
William stepped back from the desk. "John, I didn't expect such treatment after our hearty agreement at the breakfast table. But it's what I get for taking sides. The neutral is the only man that gets through this life in good shape."
"And is that the reason, William, that you didn't preach—didn't want to take sides against the devil?"
"If I'm not wanted here, I can go to my own room."
"I wish you would. I am expecting an old client."