Dewey. He listened with deep and pitying attention;
and when I was through, expressed his opinion of Dewey in very
strong language.
"And now what is to be done?" I asked, going at once to the vital
question.
"Your wife is right," he answered. "I can hardly become her
advocate. It would involve humiliation on her part too deep to be
borne. But my aid she shall have to the fullest extent; and it will
be strange if I do not thwart his wicked scheme."
"How will you aid her?"
"Through her right attorney, if my advice as to the choice be
followed. You know James Orton?"
"Yes."
"He is a young man to be relied upon. Let Mrs. Dewey put the case in
his hands. If she does so, it will be, virtually, in mine."
"Enough, Mr. Wallingford," said I. "It looks more hopeful for our
poor unhappy friend, against whom even her own flesh and blood have
turned."
When I gave Constance the result of my interview with Mr.
Wallingford, she was quite elated at the prospect of securing his
most valuable aid for Mrs. Dewey. Orton was young, and had been
practising at the bar for only a couple of years.
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