“I wrote the article at night,” said Stephen, indignantly.
“Then it must have been Sunday night, Mr. Brice.”
At this point Virginia hid her face in her handkerchief which trembled visibly. Being a woman, whose ways are unaccountable, the older man took no notice of her. But being a young woman, and a pretty one, Stephen was angry.
“I don't see what right you have to ask me that sir,” he said.
“The question is withdrawn, Mr. Brice,” said the Judge, “Virginia, you may strike it from the records. And now, sir, tell me something about your trip.”
Virginia departed.
An hour later Stephen descended to the veranda, and it was with apprehension that he discerned Mr. Carvel seated under the vines at the far end. Virginia was perched on the railing.
To Stephen's surprise the Colonel rose, and, coming toward him, laid a kindly hand on his shoulder.
“Stephen,” said he, “there will be no law until Monday you must stay with us until then. A little rest will do you good.”
Stephen was greatly touched.