Geoffrey picked up his _St. James's Gazette_ with a sigh. He felt
hurt, and knew that he was a fool for his pains. Lady Honoria was not a
sympathetic person; it was not fair to expect it from her. Still he felt
hurt. He went upstairs and heard Effie her prayers.
"Where has you beed, daddy?--to the Smoky Town?" The Temple was
euphemistically known to Effie as the Smoky Town.
"Yes, dear."
"You go to the Smoky Town to make bread and butter, don't you, daddy?"
"Yes, dear, to make bread and butter."
"And did you make any, daddy?"
"Yes, Effie, a good deal to-day."
"Then where is it? In your pocket?"
"No, love, not exactly. I won a big lawsuit to-day, and I shall get a
great many pennies for it."
"Oh," answered Effie meditatively, "I am glad that you did win. You do
like to win, doesn't you, daddy, dear."
"Yes, love."
"Then I will give you a kiss, daddy, because you did win," and she
suited the action to the word.
Geoffrey went from the little room with a softened heart. He dressed and
ate some dinner.
Then he sat down and wrote a long letter to Beatrice, telling her all
about the trial, and not sparing her his reasons for adopting each
particular tactic and line of argument which conduced to the great
result.
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