walked on in silence, paying little heed to his friend's gay sallies; he was trying to think what he should say to the young lady, but nothing came to him.
"By the way," he broke in suddenly, "what is her name?"
"Whose?"
"I mean my future wife. Yesterday I had to let her father see that I did n't even know her name. I must n't make that mistake' to-night!"
At this Mr. Liakos broke into a merry laugh; he was in such high good-humor that he found fun in everything. His companion did not laugh, but repeated:
"What is her name?"
The judge was about to reply when he heard some one coming toward them call out in the darkness:
"Liakos, is that you?"
It was his cousin's husband, who brought word that he was not to be present at the interview. The tactful cousin had felt that it would be better to leave the young lady alone with her suitor; then, too, the younger sister would not come, and the presence of Mr. Liakos was quite unnecessary; her instructions were that he should spend the evening with her husband at the club.
Mr. Plateas felt his knees give way under him. What—go in and face the two ladies all alone! No, decidedly he had n't the courage for that.
