e had decided on a tweed walking-hat, which could be
taken off very quickly in the court-room. For, whatever she might do in
church, it was now impossible for her to remain covered before the bench
of judges.

Mrs. Tarbell's desk was in the middle of the back room,--she could just
see the outer door obliquely through that of her partition,--and Mr.
Juddson's was in a similar position in the front room. This was not a
very good arrangement. Mrs. Tarbell could not very well be put in the
front room with the office-boy, and yet the proximity of the office-boy
was not agreeable to Mr. Juddson either. Then, too, most of the books
were in the back room, and so was the sofa: altogether it looked as if
Mrs. Tarbell were the senior. Mr. Juddson was thinking seriously of
having another partition built, and that would at any rate save him from
being asked "if Mr. Juddson were in," for, as every one knows, there is
a vast difference between being asked "if Mr. Juddson be in," and "is
this Mr. Juddson?" But Mr. Juddson had the picture of Chief-Justice
Marshall and the map of the battle-field of Gettysburg, so he was not so
badly off; and Mrs. Tarbell was very comfortable.

She was just musing over her future, and saying to herself, "When I die,
I _know_ that they will call a bar-meeting, and that Mr. Pope will make
a eulogy on my character," when the door opened, and Mr. Juddson came
in. Mrs. Tarbell returned to business-life immediately.

"Did you find Mullany?" she said.

Mr. Juddson, a tall, black-whiskered man of about fifty, rubbed his
hands for a moment over the fire, and then answered shortly that he
_had_ found Mullany.

"What did he say?"

"Oh,--what I expected," said Mr. Juddson, turning over the papers on his
table. He disliked unnecessary questions. Mrs. Tarbell had no interest
in Mullany, and the most she ought to do was to ask about him in an
off-hand way in the street-car on the way home. Mr. Juddson discovered
the paper for which he was searching, and turned toward the door.

"Are you going out?" said Mrs. Tarbell.

The door was already half open.

"Reference before Murray. Back at one," was all Mr. Juddson deigned to
say.

"Alexander!" cried Mrs. Tarbell,--when the office-boy was in, she called
her brother Mr. Juddson,--"Alexander!"

"_Well_?" said Mr. Juddson. He was late as it was.

"You will make the office very cold if you leave the door--but never
mind. Don't let me keep you. I only wanted to tel