But Don Caesar, albeit smiling lividly, did not seem inclined to
pick up the gauntlet, and Woods interfered hastily. "Don Caesar
means that your ward has some idea herself that she is of Spanish
origin--at least, Milly says so. But of course, as one of the
oldest trustees, YOU know the facts."
In another moment Paul would have committed himself. "I think
we'll leave Miss Yerba out of the question," he said, coldly. "My
remark was a general one, although, of course, I am responsible for
any personal application of it."
"Spoken like a politician, Hathaway," said Judge Baker, with an
effusive enthusiasm, which he hoped would atone for the alarming
results of his infelicitous speech. "That's right, gentlemen! You
can't get the facts from him before he is ready to give them. Keep
your secret, Mr. Hathaway, the court is with you."
Nevertheless, as they passed out of the room to join the ladies,
the Mayor lingered a little behind with Woods. "It's easy to see
the influence of that Pendleton on our young friend," he said,
significantly. "Somebody ought to tell him that it's played out
down here--as Pendleton is. It's quite enough to ruin his career."
Paul was too observant not to notice this, but it brought him no
sense of remorse; and his youthful belief in himself and his power
kept him from concern.
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