Stephen flushed. Fortunately the Judge did not give him time to answer.
"Why didn't your mother let me know that she was coming?"
"She didn't wish to put you to any trouble, sir."
"Wasn't I a good friend of your father's? Didn't I ask you to come here and go into my office?"
"But there was a chance, Mr. Whipple—"
"A chance of what?"
"That you would not like me. And there is still a chance of it," added
Stephen, smiling.
For a second it looked as if the Judge might smile, too. He rubbed his nose with a fearful violence.
"Mr. Richter tells me you were looking for a bank," said he, presently.
Stephen quaked.