Listen, Judge! If you have good taste in jewelry,
I'll let you help me select the ring."
But Judge Ellsworth continued to stare, and then muttered
uncertainly: "You're such a joker--"
Dave assumed a show of irony. "Your congratulations overwhelm me.
You look as if you were about to begin the reading of the will."
"I want to hear about this right away." Ellsworth smiled faintly.
"Can you come to my office tonight, where we can be alone?"
Dave agreed to the appointment and went his way with a feeling of
amusement. Old folks are usually curious, he reflected; and they
are prone to presume upon the privileges that go with age. In this
instance, however, it might be well to make a clean breast of the
affair, since Ellsworth was Alaire's attorney, and would doubtless
be selected to secure her divorce.
The judge was waiting when Dave called after supper, but for some
time he maintained a flow of conversation relating to other things
than the one they had met to discuss. At last, however, he
appeared to summon his determination; he cleared his throat and
settled himself in his chair--premonitory signs unusual in a man
of Ellsworth's poise and self-assurance.
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