Once the business of the court-room was over, a thought which had quietly lain in waiting behind the strenuous occupations of his brain leaped forward to exclude all others.
As he entered his office he was thinking of that girl's face in the court-room, with its flush of added beauty which he and his speech had brought there.

"What a perfect loveliness!" he said to himself as he bathed his face and hands, and prepared to go into the street again.
"She needed just such a flush to make her supreme Kathleen!" He stood, looking out into the square, out into the green of the trees where the birds twittered.

"Faultless--faultless in form and feature.

She was so as a child, she is so as a woman." He lighted a cigarette, and blew away little clouds of smoke.

"I will do it.