I reckon you'll find there's lot's to be said in favor of goin' ca'mly on attending strictly to your own affairs, sir," concluded Mr.Saul.
Acting on a sudden impulse, the judge turned to the door.

The business and the hope that had brought him there were forgotten.

He muttered something about returning later, and hastily quitted the office.
"Well, I reckon he's a conundrum too!" reflected Mr.Saul, as the door swung shut.
In the hall the judge's steps dragged and his head was bowed.

He was busy with his memories, memories that spanned the desolate waste of years in which he had walked from shame to shame, each blacker than the last.

Then passion shook him.
"Damn him--may God-for ever damn him!" he cried under his breath, in a fierce whisper.