, and
on that stream any craft could sail. On it he became at ease with madame
the Spanische, and he even went so far as to look her full in the eyes
on more than one occasion.
"Answer me--ah, you cannot answer!" teasingly added the Judge, who loved
his Clerk of the Court, and had great amusement out of his discomfiture.
"You are convicted. At an age when a man should be settling down, you
are gallivanting with the wife of a philosopher."
"Monsieur--monsieur le juge!" protested M. Fille with slowly heightening
colour. "I am innocent, yes, altogether. There is nothing, believe me.
It is the child, the little Zoe--but a maid of charm and kindness. She
brings me cakes and the toffy made by her own hands; and if I go to the
Manor Cartier, as I often do, it is to be polite and neighbourly. If
Madame says things to me, and if I see what I see, and hear what I hear,
it is no crime; it is no misdemeanour; it is within the law--the perfect
law."
Suddenly the Judge linked his arm within that of the other, for he also
was little, and he was fat and round and ruddy, and even smaller than M.
Fille, who was thin, angular and pale.
"Ah, my little Confucius," he said gently, "have you seen and heard me
so seldom that you do not know me yet, or what I really think? Of
course it is within the law--the perfect law--to visit at m'sieu' the
philosopher's house and talk at length also to m'sieu' the philosopher's
wife; while to make the position regular by friendship with the
philosopher's child is a wisdom which I can only ascribe to"--his
voice was charged with humour and malicious badinage "to an extended
acquaintance with the devices of human nature, as seen in those episodes
of the courts with which you have been long familiar."
"Oh, monsieur, dear monsieur!" protested the Clerk of the Court, "you
always make me your butt."
"My friend," said the Judge, squeezing his arm, "if I could have you no
other way, I would make you my butler!"
Then they both laughed at the inexpensive joke, and the Clerk of the
Court was in high spirits, for on either side of the street were people
with whom he lived every day, and they could see the doyen of the Bench,
the great Judge Carcasson, who had refused to be knighted, arm in arm
with him. Aye, and better than all, and more than all, here was Zoe
Barbille drawing her mother's attention to him almost in the embrace of
the magnificent jurist.
The Judge, with his small, round, quizzical ey
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