"Oh, I think it's just lovely." People now arrived in quick succession and, forming little groups, the room soon presented an animated scene. The women in their smart gowns and the men in their black coats made a pleasing picture. "My dear Mrs. Jeffries, how do you do this evening?" exclaimed a rich, deep voice. The hostess turned to greet an elderly and distinguished-looking man who had just entered. Directly he came in voices were hushed, and on every side one heard the whisper: "There's Judge Brewster, the famous lawyer." There was a general craning of necks to catch a glimpse of the eminent jurist whose brilliant address to the jury in a recent _cause celebre_ had saved an innocent man from the electric chair. Richard Brewster was a fine example of the old school statesman-lawyer of the Henry Clay type. He belonged to that small class of public men who are independent of all coteries, whose only ambition is to serve their country well, who know no other duty than that dictated by their oath and conscience. A brilliant and forceful orator, there was no office in the gift of the nation that might not have been his for the asking, but he had no taste for politics. After serving with honor for some years on the bench he retired into private practice, and thereafter his name became one to conjure with in the law courts. By sheer power of his matchless oratory and unanswerable logic he won case after case for his clients and it is a tribute to his name to record the plain fact that in all his career he never championed a cause of which he need be ashamed. Powerful financial interests had attempted to secure his services by offers of princely retainers, but without success. He fought the trusts bitterly every time he found them oppressing the people. He preferred to remain comparatively poor rather than enrich himself at the price of prostituting his profession. Alicia advanced with extended hand. "This is indeed kind, Judge," she exclaimed with a gracious smile. "I hardly dared hope that my poor musicale would be so honored." The old lawyer smiled good-humoredly as he replied gallantly: "I don't know much about music, m'm; I came to see you." Looking around he added: "You've got a nice place here." He spoke in his characteristic manner--short, nervous, explosive sentences, which had often terrified his opponents in court. "Lawyers are such flatterers," laughed Alicia as she nervously fanned herself, and looked around to see if her guests were watching. "Lawyers only flatter when they want to," interrupted grimly Mr. Jeffries, who had just joined the group. Alicia turned to greet a new arrival and the lawyer continued chatting with his host. "I suppose you'll take a rest now, after your splendid victory," said the banker. Judge Brewster shook his head dubiously.