But he could not resist frequent furtive glances
at the profile outlined against the window. It was a distracting
outline, it must be freely admitted. Even upon the hill, seen against
the blue-and-purple haze, it had hardly been more so. What indeed could
a young man do but steal a look at it as often as he might? There was no
knowing when he should have such another chance.
Things proceeded in this course without interruption until eleven
o'clock. The Judge, finding it possible to get ahead so satisfactorily
by this new method, decided to send on considerably more material to be
passed upon by his critical coadjutor at the Capitol than he had
originally intended to do at this time. But as the clock struck the hour
a caller's card was sent in to him, and with a word to Roberta he left
the room to see his visitor elsewhere.
Roberta finished her paragraph, then sat studying the next one. She did
not look up, nor did Richard. The moments passed and the Judge did not
return. Roberta rose and threw open the window beside her, letting in a
great sweep of December air.
Richard seized his opportunity. "Good for you!" he applauded.
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