Thank you.

This, Kelly, is our bed of justice." She drew the cushions under her head and nestled down in the full warmth of the hearth.
"_Le lit de justice_," she repeated, gaily.

"Here I preside, possessing inquisitorial power and prerogative, and exercising here to-night the high justice, the middle, and the low.

Now hale before me those skulking knaves, Doubt, Suspicion, and Distrust, and you and I will make short work of them.

Pull 'em along by their ears, Louis! This Court means to sit all night if necessary!" [Illustration: "'How perfectly horrid you can be!' she exclaimed."] She laughed merrily, raised herself on one arm, and looked him straight in the eyes: "Louis!" "What ?" "Do you doubt me ?" "Doubt what ?" "That my friendship for you is as warm as the moment it began ?" He said, unsmiling: "People meet as we met, become friends--very good, very close friends--in that sort of friendship which is governed by chance and environment.