III.
Almost three years later, Henry Marston walked out of his office in the Calumet Tobacco Company and along the hall to Judge Waterbury’s suite. His face was older, with a suspicion of grimness, and a slight irrepressible heaviness of body was not concealed by his white linen suit.
“Busy, judge?”
“Come in, Henry.”
“I’m going to the shore tomorrow to swim off this weight. I wanted to talk to you before I go.”
“Children going too?”
“Oh, sure.”
“Choupette’ll go abroad, I suppose.”
“Not this year. I think she’s coming with me, if she doesn’t stay here in Richmond.”
The judge thought: “There isn’t a doubt but what he knows everything.” He waited.
“I wanted to tell you, judge, that I’m resigning the end of September.”
The judge’s chair creaked backward as he brought his feet to the
