To turn to St.George, or to any member of the Willits kin, was impossible.

Peggy's views she understood.

Counsel, however, she must have, and at once.
Suddenly an inspiration thrilled her like an electric shock--one that sent the blood tingling to the very roots of her hair.

Why had she not thought of it before! And it must be in the most casual way--quite as a matter of general conversation, he doing all the talking and she doing all the listening, for on no account must he suspect her purpose.
Within the hour she had tied the ribbons of her wide leghorn hat under her dimpled chin, picked up her shawl, and started off alone, following the lane to the main road.

If the judge, by any chance, had adjourned court he would come straight home and she would meet him on the way.