Sir Baldwin plunged at once into amiable and fluent conversation, and before many moments Rachel's replies were infected with an approximate assurance and ease; then Langholm turned to his juvenile companion, and put a question in the form of a fib.
"So that is your father," said he.

"I seem, do you know, to know his face ?" Little Miss Gibson fell an easy prey.
"You probably do; he is the judge, you know!" "The judge, is he ?" "Yes; and I wanted to ask you something just now in the tent.

Did you mean the Mrs.Minchin who was tried for murder, when you were talking about your plot ?" Langholm experienced an unforeseen shock from head to heel; he could only nod.
"He was the judge who tried her!" the schoolgirl said with pardonable pride.
A lady joined them as they spoke.
"Do you really mean that that is Mr.Justice Gibson, who tried Mrs.
Minchin at the Old Bailey last November ?" "Yes--my father," said the proud young girl.
"What a very singular thing! How do you do, Mr.Langholm?
I didn't see it was you." And Langholm found himself shaking hands with the aquiline lady to whom he had talked so little at the Upthorpe dinner-party; she took her revenge by giving him only the tips of her fingers now, and by looking deliberately past him at Rachel and her judge..