And Elizabeth Waldron still sat by the dying fire, her heart full of a fighting which would not let her sleep. She felt humbled and insulted, and her face burned as did her heart. But all the time she felt angry with herself for her inconsistency. She had longed for Eugene's letters, and when they came, so few and cold, she was grieved. She had expected a dozen little caresses, even before he left her carriage; and she was saddened because she missed them. She had thought of his coming in on her in a manner quite different from that in which he had actually crept into her presence--and when he had only pressed her hands, she had felt defrauded and robbed. And when at parting he had done (somewhat forcibly, it is true) what she had many times allowed, and what she had all the time wanted of him, she felt outraged and offended! These thoughts kept her long by the fire, and accompanied her to her chamber. "Elizabeth Waldron," said she to her mirror, "you are going insane! Aren't you ashamed that now, when he has shown his love and understanding of the things you love and try to understand, and surprised you by the possession of the very qualities you have felt secretly regretful on account of his not having--that you feel--that way? What ails you, that you begin to feel toward the dearest man in all the world as if he were a stranger?--Ah, but you do, you do! And you'll never be happy with him, nor even make him happy!--And, oh, that letter, that letter! That awful letter for him to read on the cars! If you had never written that!" "What's my manager's name--Stevens?" asked Mr. Amidon of Judge Blodgett. "Yes? Well, I'm going to have trouble with him! I won't be bullied by my clerks. And who is the next man?" "Alderson," said the judge. "It's all in the notes, you know." "And very convenient, too," said Amidon. "And who is the stenographer?" "Miss Strong," answered the judge. "Strong, Strong," said Amidon musingly. "The author, I believe, by the notes?" "I never said she was!" protested the judge. "Not positively, but only----" "Well, let's go down--or perhaps I had better go alone," said Florian. "Please come down in an hour or so, won't you?"