Two minutes afterward he was laying the case before that distinguished old counsellor, Judge Abner Garrett.
"You will have to fight it jointly," said Judge Garrett, after extracting the wheat from the chaff of Browne's remarks.

"You can't take hers away from her and she can't get yours.

We must combine against the natives.

Come back to-morrow at two." Promptly at two Browne appeared, eager-eyed and nervous.

He had left behind him at home a miserable young woman with red eyes and choking breath who bemoaned the cruel conviction that she stood between him and fortune.
"But hang it all, dearest, I wouldn't marry that girl if I had the chance.