"Well, I do say!" He paused briefly, while she was silent but thinking deeply.... Thinking of what her father had started to say and never finished.
"And I venture to say that you have just about raised yourself?"
She blushed.
"You must be a wonderful girl."
She blushed again and twisted her hands about. She tried to protest; but couldn't trust herself to say anything just then. How she liked to hear him talk!
"You have my best wishes, believe me," he was at a loss for the moment as to how to proceed.
"Oh, thank you." She didn't dare raise her eyes. He regarded her as she sat before him, blushing so beautifully, and wished they were of the same race.... Footsteps were heard at that moment, and both sat up expectantly. Quickly, then, she rose to her feet and went to the door and opened it in time to meet her father who was about to enter.
"Oh, it's you, father! I'm glad you've come. Mr. Baptiste is here to see you."
"Ah-ha, Mr. Baptiste, I am honored," cried Jack Stewart, her father, and he marched forward with outstretched hand and much ado; Scotch propriety.
"Glad to know you, Judge," Baptiste returned warmly, grasping the proffered hand.