His lips parted in a faintly cynical smile.
“I suppose Virginia told you that I had been utterly prostrated since the cruel news came?”
“Yes,” said Benson. “But I heard last night of your condition; I drove out to the farm first. I knew Mrs. Landray would be able to tell me if it would be advisable for you to see me.”
She looked at him with lurking suspicion; but he met her glance frankly, and she was half convinced of his sincerity.
“I am sorry I kept you waiting,” she said relenting.
“I was so distressed to hear that you were not well,” he murmured. “You must let me come again when you are stronger,” he urged. “I don't think you are in a condition now to hear what I have done; you must be spared that until you are more yourself.”
“But I shall never be that!” cried Anna, with a choking sob. And at this touch of real feeling, he regretted that he had stooped to play a part.
When a little later Benson went back to his office he found Judge Bradly waiting for him.
“You have seen them?” questioned the judge. “My dear Jacob, it must have been a trying experience.”
Benson nodded, and slipped into a chair before his desk. The judge watching him, shook his head with settled melancholy of manner.