His attitude towards Judith's copy was one of apparent indifference. It could not be maintained in face of her excitement and curiosity. The report seemed to have had on her much the same effect as skating. She proposed to walk home, and let the car take his luggage, and, as soon as they were clear of the station, she cried, "Now you've got to tell me all--all--about it! What are the Rolls, and who's the Master of them? What's Lord Justice Leonard like? And the other one--what's his name?--Pratt? And what was it in your speech that they thought so clever?" "I thought perhaps you wouldn't see it," said Arthur, not mentioning that he had taken his own measures to meet that contingency, had it arisen. "Not see it! Why, I hunt all through those wretched cases every morning of my life, looking for that blessed dog of yours! So I shall, till it's found, or buried, or something. Now begin at the beginning, and tell me just how everything happened." "I say, this isn't the shortest way home, you know." "I know it isn't. Begin now directly, Arthur." She had hold of his arm now, _The Times_ still in her other hand. "Godfrey's quite excited too--for him. He'd have come, only he's got a bad cold; and Margaret stayed to comfort him. Begin now!" His attitude of indifference had no chance. All the story was dragged from him by reiterated "And thens--?" He warmed to it himself, working up through their lordships, through Miss Crewdson's smile ("She looks an uncommonly nice old girl," he interjected), through Tom Mayne's raptures and Norton Ward's jocose tribute, to the climax of the august solicitor and the case to advise which attested his approval. "That may mean a lot to me," Arthur ended. "The people you'd been trying to beat!" Her voice sounded awed at the wonder of it. "I should have thought they'd just hate you. I wish I was a man, Arthur! Aren't you awfully proud of it all?" Well, he was awfully proud, there was no denying it. "I wish the dear old mater could have read it!" She pressed his arm. "We can read it. I've helped Margaret to spell it out. She's feeling rather afraid of you, now that you've got your name in the paper. And Godfrey's been looking up all the famous Lisles in the County History! You won't have to be doing Frank Norton Ward's work for him now all the time--and for nothing too!" In vain he tried to tell her how valuable the devilling was to him. No, she thought it dull, and was inclined to lay stress on the way Norton Ward found his account in it. Arthur gave up the effort, but, somewhat alarmed by the expectations he seemed to be raising, ventured to add, "Don't think I'm going to jump into five thousand a year, Judith!" "Let me have my little crow out, and then I'll be sensible about it," she pleaded.