“There is, perhaps, some other way to get rid of your life, if you are tired of it,” he continued. “We might hit upon one that would satisfy your conscience.”
Bob shook his head. I involuntarily made the same movement.
“At any rate, we’ll hear what the neighbours say,” added the judge.
Bob stepped up to the judge, and held out his hand to bid him farewell. The other did not take it, and turning to me, said, “You had better stop here, I think.”
Bob turned round impetuously.
“The gentleman must come with me.”
“Why must he?” said the judge.
“Ask himself.”
I again explained the obligations I was under to Bob, how we had fallen in with one another, and what care and attention he had shown me at Johnny’s.