He had trimmed the frayed skirts of, his coat; then by turning his cuffs inside out and upside down a fresh surface made its first public appearance.
Next his shoes had engaged his attention.

They might have well discouraged a less resolute and resourceful character, but with the contents of his ink-well he artfully colored his white yarn socks where they showed though the rifts in the leather.

This the judge did gaily, now humming a snatch of song, now listening civilly to Mahaffy, now replying with undisturbed cheerfulness.

Last of all he clapped his dingy beaver on his head, giving it an indescribably jaunty slant, and stepped to the door.
"Well, wish me luck, Solomon, I'm off--come, Hannibal!" he said.

At heart he cherished small hope of seeing Betty, advantageous as he felt an interview might prove.