The old man pointed toward the door, and Howard walked slowly out.
"But what did you mean by calling him an actor? What has he done that he should be acting now?"
"Nothing—nothing at all, I assure you."
"You said he was acting," she persisted.
"Perhaps I did, but I didn't mean it. Oh, yes, acting as if he didn't care for the memories of the old office."
"But, dear, something has come between you and Howard. What is it?"
"Between us, my dear? Surely not. We don't agree on all points; he has his opinions and I have mine; but there is no serious difference between us. Come, I will show you. He and I will eat dinner together."
He led her to the dining room, where Howard sat moodily looking at the table. He glanced up, and the Judge waved his hand with something of his old-time graciousness. "Any callers today, Howard?" he asked, sitting down.
"Goyle, whom I am beginning not to like, and Mr. Bradley."