"Indeed, I'm very glad to meet you."
He shook hands, a trifle embarrassed, with a young lady of quiet self-possession, gentle in voice and action, with somewhat of the thoughtful reserve of her brother.
He followed her, only half conscious of a certain floating grace and the pleasure of following her movements, bowing with cataleptic bobs of his head as the introductions ran on:
"Miss Sparkes."
"Miss Green."
"Miss Woostelle."
"Miss Raymond."
Then he straightened and allowed his chin to right itself over the brink of his mounting collar, smiling, but without hearing the outburst that went up from the equally agitated sex:
"Isn't the Judge perfectly terrible!"