and it had cost her some time to decide what kind of hat or bonnet she
should wear. Alexander said she might use her riding-hat for the sake of
economy, but she 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