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He was too busy with the consciousness that at last he was in a position to capitalize his information. He knew what nobody else did, outside of Henry and his wife, Mirabelle, Mr. Archer and probably Judge Barklay and if he flung himself into the League's campaign, what might he now accomplish? He looked at Mirabelle. Her eyes betrayed her admiration. Mr.
Judge Barklay had long since forgiven his daughter, but he hadn't quite forgiven Henry. "Do you want my honest opinion? I should say you're suffering from two extreme causes exaggerated ego and cold feet." Henry flushed.
In twenty minutes he was away again, and he was lucky enough to catch Judge Barklay before the bailiff had opened court. "Hello, Henry," said the Judge. "Did you want to see me about anything?" "Rather!" said Henry, who was slightly out of breath. "It's about a comma." "A what?" "A comma. Where's your copy of the ordinances?" "On my desk. Why?"
To each interrogatory, Henry waved his hand with absolute nonchalance. As far as he knew, only six people were in the secret himself, his wife, Judge Barklay, Standish, Mr. Archer and Aunt Mirabelle and he wasn't anxious to increase the number. His aunt might not have believed it, but this was more on her account than on his own. "Lord, no," said Henry, casually. "Don't worry about me.
They all laughed, but Anna was the first to stop. "I'll work just as hard as you will, Henry. I'll peel potatoes and wash the sink " She glanced, ruefully, at her hands "and if it'll help you, I I'd sell tickets or be an usher or play the piano. Why, Henry, it would be a circus and we wouldn't need any snake-charmers, either." "And an education," said Judge Barklay.
On his return, he stopped first at the Citizens Club, and when he came into the great living-room he was aware that several members looked up at him and smiled. Over in a corner, Henry Devereux and Judge Barklay had been conversing in undertones; but they, too, had glanced up, and their smiles were among the broadest. Mr. Mix had an uncomfortable intuition that something had blown.
Despite the strain, he was outwardly as blithe and optimistic as usual. When Anna pleaded with him to take a vacation, he either laughed her off in his most jovial manner, or riposted that she needed a vacation far more than he did, which may have been true; when Judge Barklay attempted to reason with him, he responded with respectful humour.
He had the most profound respect for Judge Barklay a man who had preferred to be a city magistrate, and to be known throughout the whole state for his wisdom and humanity, instead of keeping up his law practice, at five times the income and Henry, like every one else, valued the Judge's opinions. "You don't mean you think I'd run the miserable little peanut-stand, do you?
"But I'd be just as satisfied about it if he blew in some other direction." Henry took the paper to Judge Barklay, who had already seen it, and made his own deductions. "Oh, no," he said, "I'm not astonished. When a man's in hot enough water, he'll cut up almost any kind of caper to get out.
If you had explained yourself more clearly the night before last, I am sure I would have taken your advice at once, and would not have gone at all; but, as it is, I stayed not a moment longer than I could help, and have now broken with Fenwick and Barklay for ever. They vow that I am pledged to their cause, and must take a part, but they will find themselves mistaken."
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