But him you shall see, if the firelight be not too dim, as he responds to the Judge''s call.°°
A lean form, in rusty-brown clothing, sitting like a frog, his arms wrapped about his legs, his chin resting upon his knees. Smooth, oakum-coloured hair; long nose; mouth like a satyr''s, with upturned, tobacco-stained corners. An eye like a fish''s; a red necktie with a horseshoe pin. He began with a rasping chuckle that gradually formed itself into words.
"Everybody wrong so far. What! a romance without any orange blossoms! Ho, ho! My money on the lad with the butterfly tie and the certified checks in his trouserings.
"Take ''em as they parted at the gate? All right. ''You never loved me,'' says Redruth, wildly, ''or you wouldn''t speak to a man who can buy you the ice-cream.'' ''I hate him,'' says she. ''I loathe his side-bar buggy; I despise the elegant cream bonbons he sends me in gilt boxes covered with real lace; I feel that I could stab him to the heart when he presents me with a solid medallion locket with turquoises and pearls running in a vine around the border. Away with him! ''Tis only you I love.'' ''Back to the cosey corner!'' says Redruth. ''Was I bound and lettered in East Aurora? Get platonic, if you please. No jack-pots for mine. Go and hate your friend some more. For me the Nickerson girl on Avenue B, and gu