thoughtlessness wiped it with the bowl of his pipe and burnt himself. He shook his head.
"Now tell me what you meant when you said she was but half married," said Oliver.
Then his father related to him the circumstances of Judith's forced engagement, and of the incomplete marriage of the day before.
"By my soul!" exclaimed Oliver. "He must—he shall not treat her as he did our vessel."
"Oh, Oliver! if I had had my way—I had designed her for you."
"For me!"
Oliver bent his head and looked hard into the fire, where strange forms of light were dancing—dancing and disappearing.
Then Mr. Menaida said, between his whiffs: "Surely a change of wind, Oliver. A little while ago, and she was not to be considered; justice above all, and Judith sacrificed, if need be—now it is Judith above all."
"Yes," musingly, "above all."
