He blew the vicinity vaguely. "Hannah doesn't do her duty by you!" she continued. "Thank heaven, no," responded the judge devoutly. Dunham was choking as quietly as possible by the mantelpiece, where he had remained standing despite his host's invitation. "Say on, Mar—Miss Lacey," said the lawyer. "Do you mean you didn't find the girl? Make it short, please. Come to the point." Miss Lacey's spirit arose. A human soul was involved, and no man, be he lawyer or lover, should browbeat or persuade her. "Judge Trent," she began emphatically, fixing him with eyes which he but now perceived were swollen, "don't think to hurry me. I've come here on serious business. Men call you an eminent lawyer, a brilliant man. Now we'll see if you are sufficiently able to save your only sister's only child from an awful future." Miss Lacey paused with working lips. Judge Trent perceived that she was deeply moved, and not endeavoring to make the most of an enjoyable situation. He pushed up his spectacles and looked questioningly at Dunham. "You wouldn't come," pursued Miss Martha accusingly; "you wouldn't help me." "I sent Dunham with full power." "What could he do?" retorted Miss Lacey, in grief. "A mere boy like him, and no relation. Of course, after I had made a complete mess of it, what was left for him to do when she turned us out, but to come back with me?" "You told me to follow Miss Lacey's lead," stated Dunham. "Your place was there, Calvin. You might have saved the day even after my blunder." "Perhaps you will tell me what blunder." "Why, she was in the parlor curtains, Sylvia was, when we went in," Martha's voice trembled, "and I don't suppose, to be fair, that she thought of eavesdropping." "No," put in Dunham feelingly, "I've no doubt she was watching for you; and I can imagine how eager and—and different her face looked then." His reminiscent tone was earnest, and his employer regarded him with sudden sharpness. "So she's pretty," he said dryly. "Oh, indeed she is—or would be if
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