Miss King blushed slightly, and then, being very angry with herself for blushing, grew quite red in the face.

The judge's smile broadened.
"From what you've seen of this man Meldon," he said, "would you suppose that he's a very altruistic sort of person ?" "What do you mean ?" "Is he the sort of man who'd put himself about a great deal and take a lot of trouble for the sake of doing a good turn to a friend?
Do you think, for instance, that he'd indulge in all sorts of elaborate practical jokes with a view to frightening me out of Ballymoy, if he thought my presence here was likely to interfere with any plan that his friend Major Kent might have very much at heart ?" Miss King looked at the judge in some surprise.

Then she suddenly blushed again.
"Uncle Gilbert," she said, "you're too bad.

I know what you're thinking about.

But why do you suppose that any of these men should want to marry me ?" "You're a very attractive young woman, my dear," said the judge.