“The little fool will marry him,” repeated the judge slowly and sternly. Then he sighed deeply.
“And what if she does,” said Benson.
“Well, I am glad you can view it so calmly.”
“I can, just that calmly,” said Benson cheerfully.
“I can't,” said the judge. “To me, sir, it is a mater of considerable moment.”
“Oh, I see,” said Benson.
“My dear boy, this is a weakness I shrink from revealing, but I feel assured of your delicacy, so I shall speak frankly and without reserve.” The judge considered for a moment. “I have had, how many whiskies, Jake?”
“Five,” said his host promptly.
“I made it four; but never mind, it's a point on which I am likely enough to be mistaken.”
“What's that to do with it?” inquired Benson.