If he was still engaged in the dispensation of justice, she would wait for him outside.
She had judged wisely.

Indeed she might have waited for days for some such moment and not found so favorable an opportunity.

His Honor had already left the bench and was then slowly making his way toward where she stood, hugging the sidewalk trees the better to shade him from the increasing heat.

As the day had promised to be an unusually warm one, he had attired himself in a full suit of yellow nankeen, with palm-leaf fan and wide straw hat--a combination which so matched the color and texture of his placid, kindly face that Kate could hardly keep from laughing outright.

Instead she quickened her steps until she stood beside him, her lovely, fresh color heightened by her walk, her eyes sparkling, her face wreathed in smiles.
"You are lookin' mighty cute, my Lady Kate, in yo' Paisley shawl and sarsanet pelisse," he called out in his hearty, cheery way.